The harsh wind howled through the wide forest as the snow storm began, causing the windows to rattle occasionally, threatening to shatter at any time. Snow fell hard and fast, covering the windows, shielding your view from the outside world.

Winter seemed to be tougher to endure, which was a mild contrast to the other seasons who were easier to deal with. Food wasn’t as abundant, which made hunting harder. It all made it tougher for you due to you being a human.

Your husband Gorvor handled the harsh weather better than you, his orc features giving him a bigger avantage.

Clutching the blanket around your trembling form, you shivered as you sat in front of the fireplace, its warmth barely heating you up.

Just then, Gorvor walked into the wooden house. He shook his body, snow and ice falling off his fur cloak as a huff of annoyance left his lips.

“I’m cold..” Gorvor’s elf-like ears twitched at the sound of your shaky voice, his protective instincts taking control. After making his way up to you, he sat you on his lap, letting you snuggle against his warm chest.

He didn’t mind being your personal heater.