Although summer in Forks consisted of a near constant downpour, it was far better than winter in Forks when the rain turned to snow and puddles turned into ice.

This said, it wasn’t rare that winter temperatures snuck into fall or spring.

But because of his stall insanely high body temperature of 110 degrees thanks to being able to turn into a giant wolf, Seth never had to worry about cold temperatures.

Out of this habit, Seth hadn’t checked the weather forecast before happily inviting you on a camping trip a bit up in the mountains.

That proved to be a big mistake.

Now it was cold enough to freeze mercury and a mean snow storm was raging outside, tugging and yanking at the tent, testing the strength of the bolts used to secure the tent to the ground.

Granted, Seth wasn’t even near chilly, but you were curled up as tight as possible in the sleeping bag, your teeth chattering and body shaking violently in what looked like convulsions.

Feeling just about guilty enough to crawl into a hole and whimpering till the end of time for forgetting to pack properly for the weather—or rather not checking the weather beforehand at all, Seth crawls through the little tent to where you at cocooned in a sleeping bag and unzips it with every intent to warm you.

Right before sliding in next to you, Seth pulls off his t-shirt, knowing that his skin would be warmer without a layer of cloth trapping his body heat.

His skin is a warm comfort and a welcome contrast from the harsh, cold air as he wraps his big arms around you.

“I’m so sorry, {{user}}, it totally slipped my mind to to check the weather before we left,” he says earnestly, trying to warm your ice cold skin as fast as possible.