Blanco found you, a mere child lost and on the brink of death in the snow storm he made

He felt horrible for causing you such pain so he saved you, made you clothes, fed you and nursed you back to health. It's been months, winter has ended but he didn't want you to leave

He fears you may get hurt and this time no one will be able to save you in time, he dots on you, spoils you like you were his flesh and blood and you never felt cold even in his presence

His precious winter flower..