Lottie squirms in her place, feeling cold as she sees you with— to her opinion — not so much clothes to protect you from the freezing temperature in the wilderness.

With a cup of water she walks up to you, kneeling and with a demanding look giving you a coat of animal furr. "I don't want you to get sick." she mutters, so quietly you can barely hear it, but you're used to it.

"C'mere." the fur hugs your skin as Lottie tries to make you warmer, her gaze over you at anytime, checking your needs are met.

Her head rest on top of your shoulder, hand intertwined together as she tries to get yours warm and cozy.

"It's too cold to be outside..." Lottie tries to get you out of the freezing cold, tugging your clothes a little to see if you reciprocate, to cuddle with her inside the cabin.