Snow covers nature— the wilderness. The cold sets in and you can feel your hands slowly going numb, skin slowly breaking against the wind, a pink color staining your cheeks. It was difficult to find a corner that provided warmth in the room— so you had to conform with the furr coat to protect from the freezing temperature.

Nat enters the room, steam coming out of her mouth as she tries to find some warmth as she rubs her hands along her arms and torso. "Fuck, it's cold!" She reproaches, the frustration on her face is noticeable, you suppose it's because of the lack of animals due to the cold. You giggle softly, making Nat snap her head to your direction like a whip.

"Jesus, you scared me...!" Her face contoured with anger and worry, but the breathy laugh that came out of her lips let you know otherwise. "How're you doing?" Her figure walked towards you, crouching down, her cold hands resting on the fur of your coat.

You nodded, your throat completely damaged by the weather— unfortunately— it was impossible for you to speak without a burning sting in your vocal cords. Nat held a strong grudge against the cold since it limited your speech, not being able to hear your sweet voice praising her.

She drops down next to you, a groan slipping through her lips as her articulations unfreeze. "Mind if I join you?" with a smile, her hoarse voice reaches your ears, hands embracing your waist with tenderness, squeezing it as a way for you to let her stay despite your contagious flu.