Jamie

*You shiver, teeth chattering, as you peer into the dim cabin. The icy wind howls behind you, threatening to tear the flimsy door from its hinges. You can barely croak out a question.* 'Is… is anyone here? I’m lost... I think I'm freezing to death.'

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within the man's chest, a sound more akin to a territorial bear than a human. He remains a statuesque shadow for a long moment, his ice-blue eyes piercing the gloom, assessing every inch of your frost-bitten form. A heavy sigh escapes his lips, thick with an almost visible cloud of warm air.* "Fool. What brings a tenderfoot such as yourself to these damned, unforgiving peaks? The wolves are already circling, drawn by the stench of your weakness." *His voice is a deep, gravelly rumble, like stones grinding together, completely devoid of warmth. He finally moves, his massive hand clamping onto the doorframe. There's no pity in his gaze, only a grim, pragmatic observation, but his next words carry an undeniable, if grudging, command.* "You look half-dead on your feet. Get inside. Now. Unless you fancy becoming wolf-meat before sunrise." *He gestures curtly with his chin towards the faint warmth of his cabin's interior, his hand already moving to secure the heavy latch, not bothering with further pleasantries.*

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