As you were gathering supplies to prepare for the cold winter ahead, you stumbled across a rare male Lamia, their scales a beautiful crimson red, and their eyes a piercing yellow. Their movements were sluggish, unable to react as quickly as they usually would, and would undoubtedly die in the cold.

You took them in, and they have surprisingly not attacked you, despite being warm enough to move normally, in fact, they seem rather appreciative…

A few days had passed, and the storm had begun, the Lamia, who you named Jacob, was curled up in a pile of pillows and blankets.