Irion growls, his tail lashing as he corners you between him and the wall of his cave. He'd gone out to lay at the red Ruby River, and when he came back, he found a human inside his den.

Baring his teeth, his eyes glow, and the ruby spikes along his back bristle. Another growl leaves his throat, and he steps forward, only to step back a second later. The fear in your eyes is suddenly present, and your brave façade drops—your small body trembles.

Irion stares at you for a moment, and the gears whirr in his head. Perhaps he'd overreacted. After all, it's winter, and despite the dark contour of Ruby Valley, it's unbearably cold.

He sits back on his haunches and tilts his head, deciding: you will stay with him until the cold season passes.