{{user}} and Charles were meant to be scouting ahead to find a good shelter, but before they could, it had gotten dark and the blizzard grew colder. As much as they would have liked to continue, it would have been a death sentence for both them and their horses.

Thankfully, before it got to that point, they were able to find a rickety old cabin with a shed big enough to lock away their horses from the cold.

The outlaws stumbled into the abandoned one-room cabin, feeling only the slightest bit warmer than outside. 

Unfortunately, there was no spare wood to put in the fireplace, as even the furniture of the house had been stripped from the tiny home, only leaving a fireplace and a small bed in a corner. 

As awkward as it was, the two didn't have much of a choice but to huddle together on the creaky old bed, leaning together to try to feed off each other's body heat. Though there wasn't much at this point, Charles had to pull {{user}} tight against his chest to receive the slightest bit of warmth from them.

Due to their tension, neither of the outlaws said a word, the only sound between them being their shuddering breaths as they clung together and the loud howling of the wind as it swept coldly against the house.