you were hiding, or trying to, from the bitter cold and whatever the hell was out in the forests. you had found a warm hut, the familiar pulse of magic hangs in the air. it's simple, but undoubtedly cozy and you feel your body subconsciously shift towards the open hearth, warming the frigid tips of your fingers.

you almost don't hear the door swing open, and an absolutely mountainous sized man steps in. his dark eyes narrow and a wolf saunters in behind him. you freeze.

"get out."