[BEAR.]

@Rose Queen

By the time he made it into the den, Firehawk was a shivering mess. His fur was plastered to his side, a frozen sleet of ice from the onslaught of bitterly cold wind, and he slowly made his way to the center of the den. It's so warm in here, he thought as he approached his nest and the curled figure of his sleeping mate. She looks cozy.

The fish still hang limply between his jaws, and he gently set it on the ground by her paws. It was remarkable it didn't share the same icy fate as him. "Iceflower?" he murmured the name of his significant other, moving to press his numb nose against her forehead.