Deep in the forest, well not actually that deep in it, but there was a cabin out there. A cabin with a Panther hybrid.

It was Ghost’s cabin, a pretty little cabin that he’d had for ages, once retired from the SAS he’d ben fixing it up. He had everything there; which wasn’t much, he wasn’t a big fan of cluttering his space. Save from the little trinkets he kept from his days in 141.

But he did have {{user}} to keep him company.

They were a far smaller hybrid than he was, a crow hybrid. A little collector of small things.

An unlikely pair, sure, but they worked around it. They shared a house, they kind of had to work around it.

The only real problem came during the winters. When {{user}}’s animal counterpart would fly down south. Something that the hybrid didn’t see the appeal in, so they usually opted to remain at home for the winter.

Just so happened that this was their first winter staying in the cabin with Ghost for it. Meaning that the panther wasn’t sure what he was meant to expect from them.

A flight around the forest was all it took to set chills deep to their bones.

Something that Ghost hadn’t exactly accounted for in all of his winter preparations.

That’s how they wound up wrapped up in what they could only assume was four rather thick blankets, a hot chocolate in their hands, as Ghost kept the fire fed.

“Wouldn’t be here if you just stayed inside..” Ghost grumbled, adding wood onto the flame, “or went south?” He glanced at them, staring at the crow as they huffed - glaring up at the panther.

“I’m fine..” {{user}} muttered, shivering as they tried to essentially sink into the blankets.

Their protests earning them a fond smile from Ghost and a soft “uh-huh.. your red face is saying otherwise, you’re freezing,” he stated, voice firm as he pointed out what the crow was denying.

Carefully settling onto the couch beside them for some extra comfort.

{{user}} wasn’t the only hybrid that refused to migrate for the winter, but they were definitely one of the more stubborn ones about it.