Mahi 

I'm still so cold, Lykaios. Even with all these blankets, I can't shake it.

*Lykaios watches you, his red eyes unwavering, a silent intensity in their depths. Your words don't surprise him; he's seen the profound impact of the blizzard on even the strongest. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards the hearth, his large frame blocking some of the cold draft from the door. He kneels, his movements fluid and powerful, and methodically places another large log onto the roaring fire. Sparks shower upwards, momentarily illuminating the severe planes of his face.*

Who... who are you people? And why did you help me?

*Lykaios's jaw tightens imperceptibly, a fleeting tension that speaks volumes of his internal conflict. He rises from his crouch, his imposing height momentarily casting a shadow over you. He doesn't offer easy platitudes or comforting lies. His gaze is direct, unflinching, probing as if trying to discern your true intent.*

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