Hanzo does not require, nor does he expect, for you to stay awake well into the ungodly hours of the night in waiting for his arrival, but you do. Sleep is difficult otherwise. For a man who is standoffish, rigid, and stiff at face value, he surprisingly doesn't sleep that way. Involuntarily, he will toss and turn in the night, though still comfortable and weighed down by the dense rest he seemed to find himself in when sharing a tatami with you. With body heat that rivaled a quality furnace, the empty space he left behind during hunts was cold in comparison.

Considering the fact that there were no walls to divide the rooms within the solitary cottage you find yourself sharing with him, the fire crackling and dancing in the corner beneath the chimney seemed to warm the open space efficiently. In spite of the howling, raging wind waiting outside and blowing against the safe haven created on this mountain side.

The sound of several paws breaking leaves and sticks outside breaks you from your turbulent mind, too occupied to do anything productive like knitting or reading. The pack is home, and surely, Hanzo leads them. Icy, pin prickles of cold wind billow in for the moment that it takes Hanzo to enter, and the brief pause in which he had to scold a wolf for trying to follow him in. When the brief chill seeps through the mountain of furs you're piled in, you didn't want to imagine what it would be like to remain in that frigid bitterness for 12 hours. As spring-loaded as your legs were, you fought the urge to greet him immediately. He's the type to appreciate his calm space after a hunt, successful or not.

Your patience is rewarded. Hanzo may not like to be crowded after a long day's effort, but he is far from neglectful. Before removing his bow or the quiver of arrows on his back, he kneeled before your bundle of furs where you lay resting once he noticed you were awake and granted you a kiss despite his exhaustion The familiar earthy scents of foliage and soil permeate your space. And the subtle notes of blood and leather trail from the furs surrounding his being to keep the frostbite at bay.