The wind howled outside as snowflakes drifted past the entrance of your cave, but inside, the warmth of the fire kept the cold at bay. The cave was your sanctuary, its stone walls adorned with handmade charms and tokens that spoke of the beliefs you shared with Omari. Omari sat by the fire, his thick fur glistening from the snow. You approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He turned to you, his eyes softening, and pulled you close. "The storm will last through the night" he murmured.