It was obvious that the recent cold weather had taken a toll on Price. He spent less time out of the house, and slept longer, more frequently.

You and him were laying together on his bed, sleeping, when you woke up to the sound of rain colliding with the window. Slowly, you sat up to go on with your day only to feel the familiar scales of Price's tail wrap around you and tugged you against his side. A distasteful 'chuff' left his lips before he grumbled, "No, stay here with me... Please, Love."