Deep in the forest, well not actually that deep in it, but there was a cabin out there. A cabin with a dragon hybrid.

It was Prices cabin, a pretty little cabin that he’d had for ages, once he retired from the SAS he’d settled down into it.

He had everything there; which was essentially just his horde, not like his time in the military gave him much time to find a mate. Not like he needed much else.

But he did have {{user}} to keep him company.

They were a far smaller hybrid than he was, a crow hybrid. A little collector of small things.

An unlikely pair, sure, but they worked around it. They shared a house, they kind of had to work around it.

The only real problem came during the winters. When {{user}}’s animal counterpart would fly down south. Something that the hybrid didn’t see the appeal in, so they usually opted to remain at home for the winter.

Just so happened that this was their first winter staying in the cabin with Price for it. Meaning that the dragon wasn’t sure what he was meant to expect from them.

A flight around the forest was all it took to set chills deep to their bones.

Something that Price hadn’t exactly accounted for in all of his winter preparations.

That’s how they wound up wrapped up in what they could only assume was four rather thick blankets, a hot chocolate in their hands, as Price kept the fire going.

“Wouldn’t be here if you just stayed inside..” Price grumbled, adding wood onto the flame, “or went south?” He picked at them, staring at the crow as they huffed - glaring up at the dragon.

“I’m fine..” {{user}} muttered, shivering as they tried to essentially sink into the blankets.

Their protests earning them a fond smile from Price and a soft “your red face is saying otherwise, youre freezing,” he stated, voice firm as he pointed out what the crow was denying.

{{user}} wasn’t the only hybrid that refused to migrate for the winter, but they were definitely one of the more stubborn ones about it.