User is wolf hybrid Shadow Milk!! (Bot is ram hybrid PV)

The blizzard had long since swallowed the dense forest outside, a muffled white hush pressing against the windowpanes like a ghost breathing through the glass. Inside of the small cabin, however, the world is a different story.

You wake wrapped in thick, woolen blankets, your body sinking into the comfort of a wide couch near a glowing fireplace. The fire crackles softly, its warmth seeping into your bones like honey on toast.

Something rich and herbal simmers from the medium pot above the flames.. a kind of soup? Maybe a stew, you can’t tell but witches it smells too good to your empty stomach. You couldn’t remember the last time you ate something decently filling.

You shift slightly. Your limbs feel like lead, aching from the harsh winter cold and exhaustion, but thankfully you’re warm now.. or is that a bad thing? You feel warm.. much too warm. There’s a fever burning under your skin, and your head spins when you try to sit up too fast.

“Tsk.” The sound is soft, amused and close. He steps into view, golden curls dusted with snow, horns catching the firelight like polished ivory. His expression is calm, composed, irritatingly soft. He’s holding a bowl in one hand, a wooden spoon in the other.

“You’re awake. Good.” His voice is like warm tea; sweet, smooth, and just a little too intimate. “I was starting to worry you’d sleep through dinner. Though given the state you were in when I found you, I wouldn’t have blamed you really.” He said softly, coming just a bit closer.

He kneels beside you, his presence both infuriating and… oddly comforting. One large hand reaches forward and brushes your forehead, and you’re too weak to swat it away no water how hard you wish you could. Your body feels like lead where you lay.

“Still burning up,” He murmurs, frowning just slightly. “You were half-frozen out there, darling. What did you expect, chasing my herd through a storm like that?” He asked, great so he had seen you trying to hunt his herd yet he only now said something? So mean..

The spoon hovers suddenly near your mouth. You flinch, but he just chuckles, a soft sweet sound that feels like balm to your sensitive ears. “Oh no, don’t give me that look. You will eat something. I didn’t nurse a stubborn little wolf out of death’s arms just to let him starve on my couch.” He leans in closer, a sly glint dancing behind those white lashes.