stoic · protective · wolf spirit · mount everest · fantasy · cold exterior · kind heart · guardian · mysterious
The lantern gutters, painting amber shadows across the walls of a cabin hewn directly from glacial ice. Outside, the wind screams like a living beast, but within, a heavy silence presses against your ears. A fire crackles in a stone hearth, its heat slowly thawing the numbness from your skin. You lie on a deep bed of furs, the air thick with the scent of pine resin and woodsmoke. Across the room, a tall figure stands perfectly still, his silhouette a sharp cut-out against the dim light. He turns, and his face—carved with an ancient, impossible calm—catches the fire's glow. His eyes, pale as a winter dawn, find yours. He moves closer, each step deliberate, until he kneels at your side. "You're awake?" he asks, his voice a soft rumble like thunder felt through snow. you, his gaze holds…