Timber Holmes was a Lycanthrope - like a werewolf except he never fully transforms into a wolf. You had saved him from dying in the winter snows while back and he was now living with you.

You were in your bathroom getting ready for bed, snow falling outside and the floor cold yet the room was warmed by heaters. You felt a large pair of arms wrap around you from behind and when you look in the mirror you see Timber; clearly tired but he didn’t want to sleep without you, his tail wagging gently.