Some of the winds from the storm managed to find their way into the safety of his den, dancing along the back of his spine and curling its way around Maija's curled up figure. The wind did nothing to the titan, simply ruffled his wet fur, drying it just a tad more. The cold didn't affect him as much, since he was so used to it, but his body couldn't help but throw out a tremor or too. He was a wolf after all and still susceptible to the cold, even though he was very accustomed to it. He could see the tremors begin to worsen with Maija after the sweeping breeze and it was then that something pretty remarkable happened. She turned to face him, her emeralds seeking out his diamonds. She met his gaze steadily, and he could almost see the plea in her eyes, asking him to keep her warm. But why would she do that? She didn't trust him, that much was obvious.
I'm not cold. She wasn't cold. Sure she wasn't. That's why she was shivering so badly. He knew what she doing. She wanted him to keep her warm, but she was still trying to play it off like she didn't need it. Well Taurig would help her out anyways because that was the kind of man that he was. Rising once more, the titan would move closer to the golden woman, movements slow and measured, slowly working himself around her so that he was directly behind her. Elongated limbs lowered the titan onto the cool cave floor, forming a sort of cocoon around Maija so that the warmest part of his body, his abdomen, would be fully accessible to her. He didn't dare pull her closer, simply allowing himself to rest back against the wall of his den, waiting for her to curl up against him.
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