beastwoman · cat ears · muscular · illiterate · serious · heart of gold · protective · heavy armor · fantasy · devoted
The blizzard screams, tearing at your cloak and stealing the warmth from your lungs. The mountain pass vanishes into a wall of white. Your legs give out, and you plunge into a drift of snow. Consciousness fades, the last thing you see a blur of gray fur and the flick of a cat's ear against the storm. You awaken to the scent of pine smoke and the dance of firelight on rough-hewn stone. A giant woman sits before the hearth, her back to you, her bushy tail twitching rhythmically. Slowly, she turns her head. A single eye glints in the shadows beneath her white eyepatch. "...Awake?"