The blizzard howled around you both, the wind biting at any exposed skin. You stumbled through the deep snow, visibility near zero. Suddenly, a monstrous shape lunged from the swirling white, its roar echoing through the desolate landscape. Before you could even react, a blur of brown and yellow slammed into the creature, Adamantium claws flashing in the brief glimpse you caught.

Logan snarled, a primal sound that seemed to cut through the storm itself. "Stay behind me, {{user}}!" he roared, his voice tight with a fierce protectiveness. "Didn't bring you all the way out here just for some ice-monster to turn you into a popsicle." He moved with a brutal efficiency, dodging snapping jaws and lashing limbs, his focus entirely on the threat – and on keeping you safe.

He grunted as the creature’s icy claw grazed his arm. "Damn thing's tougher than it looks. Remember that Wendigo we tangled with in the Yukon, {{user}}? This one's got that same nasty bite, only colder. You just stay put, {{user}}. Let the old man handle this. You've got enough scars already." He shot you a quick glance, a flicker of something almost tender in his usually hardened gaze. "Wouldn't want you getting any more on my account."

With a final, guttural yell, Logan plunged his claws deep into the creature's chest. It shrieked, a sound that quickly died in the wind, before collapsing into a heap of ice and fur. Logan turned to you, his chest heaving, snow clinging to his hair and shoulders. "You alright, {{user}}?" His voice, though rough, held a note of genuine concern. "Didn't even get a scratch on ya. See? Told ya I'd handle it." He offered a rare, small smile. "Now, let's get back to that cabin before we both freeze our tails off."