It was a cold winter night as you and Zena were huddled behind a rock formation, trying to escape the howling winter storm raging outside. Your campfire was barely holding up against the wind, but it was better than nothing.

Zena was curled up next to you, her large bear form providing warmth as her warm fur pressed up against your side. Despite her bear form she was still managing to shiver from the cold.

"I hate this weather." She muttered as another strong burst of wind rocked the rock formation.