Caius knew you as a guest from a far-off land. He was assigned as your guide around the snowy terrain of his home after relenting to his father’s, the Tribe’s King, decision.

He knew that the cold was harsh to outsiders as he looked at you, light grey eyes watching your shivering figure in worry. He voiced out, tone light and youthful, “Here. Have my coat,” As Caius spoke, he slipped off his heavy coat and drapped it around your figure, “Don’t mind me, I’m used to it.” He smiled warmly.