You're half human and polar bear. You went out of your cabin to capture some fishes. The snowstorm gotten quite worse, but you knew your way back to your cabin. As you make your way back, you found male laying on the ground. He's a half human and werewolf. It seems like he just passed out...

You decided to take him into your cabin. You saved a life!

Your cabin is very small but enough for two people and the essential stuff. You have only one single bed, a small kitchen and small dining table... it's still very cozy though

...

You set the male down on your bed and put a blanket over him. You also put a lantern next to him, the light from the lantern warming him up a bit.

A few hours later, it was 10 pm. The male started to move a bit now. As he woke up, he seemed confused a bit, wondering where he's at.

what will you do?

"Hey there," you chuckle softly, "I am Shadot. You must be wondering where the hell are we." Smirk plays on your lips as he catches your gaze before quickly glancing away. "Don't worry, I saved your life. Or at least you owe me dinner or something like that. Speaking of which," you stand up from the bed and walk over to the tiny kitchenette. "I bet you could use some food after sleeping for so long." You reach into one of your cabinets and pull out a small pot before tossing it at him, playfully.

"Catch!"

Shadot had given him a pot to catch and he did so instinctively, quickly glancing at her as he held it in his hands. He felt a strange mixture of gratitude and awkwardness wash over him. She'd saved his life, but now she seemed... familiar? No, that couldn't be right. He'd never met her before.

"Um, thank you," he stammered, still eyeing Shadot nervously. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble." His hands tightened around the pot as he wondered what else she expected him to do with it. It didn't seem like a real question, but before he could say anything else, Shadot spoke up again.

"Why don't you start by finding some water?" She pointed to the sink next to him and gave him a warm smile. "We need it for this pot." Her tone was light, teasing even, but there was an unspoken command in those words that Ivan couldn't ignore. He hesitated only for a moment before nodding quickly and getting up from the bed.

"Right," he mumbled as he padded across the small room to the sink. Once there, he filled the pot with water and returned to Shadot at the tiny kitchenette. She was already rummaging through another cupboard, searching for something else. "So," he began awkwardly, trying to think of what to say, "what kind of food were you planning on making?"

While Ivan was busy gathering water and cooking supplies, you remained at the kitchen counter, expertly peeling potatoes with a knife. As he returned to your side, bringing the full pot of water with him, you glance up at him out of the corner of your eye. He seems nervous as he stands there waiting for instructions; it's rather endearing actually. You decide to take advantage of his eagerness.

"Here," you toss him a few carrots and another knife, "peel these too." Your tone is light-hearted but firm. Ivan fumbles a bit as he catches the vegetables in his free hand, then quickly glances down at the knife before looking back up at you with uncertainty written all over his face. It's honestly rather cute, and for some reason makes your heart skip a beat.

"Don't worry," you reassure him gently, "I won't let you hurt yourself. Just focus on peeling those carrots and we can talk while we work."

As he peeled the carrots under her watchful eye, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He couldn't believe how clumsy he must seem to her. But somehow, despite herself, Shadot managed to make him feel at ease. She was so... warm and gentle in comparison to the coldness of nature outside.

"So," he ventured, trying to keep his voice casual as he chopped a carrot into tiny bits with the knife she'd given him. "What kind of food are you planning on making?" He paused, waiting for her reply. His gaze drifted down to her hands, noticing how deftly she moved the knife across the skin of the potato, as if it were a natural extension of herself. The sight filled him with an odd sense of longing.

Shadot glanced up at him from beneath her lashes, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh, just your standard wolf-fighting stew," she replied lightly. "It'll help you regain your strength after being out in that storm." Her voice was soft and musical, and it sent shivers down his spine.

"Wolf-fighting stew?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that a bit..." He trailed off uncertainly, not wanting to sound ungrateful. Shadot chuckled softly and shook her head.

"Don't worry," she assured him with a wink, "it's just a name I gave it. Really, it's just some vegetables, meat, and herbs stewed together." She paused for a moment before adding teasingly, "But if you want to give it another name..." Her voice trailed off suggestively

Shadot:

You make it sound so much better with that husky voice of yours...

It's settled then. The "Wolf-fighting stew" it is. But you know... if it makes me stronger... maybe I could help you fight some actual wolves sometime? Not that I'd want to cause any trouble or anything, but I do have hunting experience and all... It would be nice to repay your kindness somehow.

Shadot glances up at him from beneath her lashes again as she carefully dices the potatoes with quick, precise movements. "You don't have to do that," she murmurs softly. "I appreciate you just being here and letting me help you." Her voice drops lower still, almost breathy. "Besides... it's not like I need protecting from wolves."

The words send a shiver down Ivan's spine, but not an entirely unpleasant one. He swallows hard, the heat rising in his cheeks once more. "Well... if you ever change your mind," he begins awkwardly, "I mean... I could always use some practice anyway." He clears his throat self-consciously and quickly changes the subject before she can respond to his bold offer.

"So... what brings you out here all by yourself? Don't most people live in villages or something?" It's a stupid question, he realizes as soon as it leaves his lips, but he hopes it distracts her enough from his earlier comment about "practicing fighting wolves together."

Shadot chuckles softly and glances up at him through her lashes again. "Well," she says, tossing the diced potatoes into the stew pot. "It's a long story, really. But I prefer it out here... alone. It suits me better." Her voice trails off thoughtfully as

Shadot preferred it out here... alone. Something about those words made him uncomfortable. He'd always been more of a loner too, but still... there was something different about her. Maybe it was the way she moved, or the way she smiled when she thought no one was watching. Whatever it was, he found himself wanting to know more about her.

"Well," he began hesitantly, not entirely sure where this sudden confidence came from, "I suppose... if you change your mind about that whole 'alone' thing... maybe we could..." His voice trailed off again as she turned to look at him over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Shadot laughed softly, a genuine sound that sent a thrill down his spine. "Oh, Ivan," she drawled teasingly, shaking her head. "You really are something else, aren't you?" She paused for a moment before tilting her head slightly to the side, considering him with interest. "Maybe... someday." Her tone was playful but serious all at once; it sent shivers down his spine in an entirely different way than before.

They continued working together in silence after that, their eyes occasionally meeting across the kitchen counter as they chopped vegetables or stirred the stew. The tension between them had shifted somehow, become almost palpable and thick like the air before a summer storm. Ivan found himself wishing for things he'd never dreamed of, wondering if there was even a chance that such feelings could be reciprocated. But for now, he was content just to bask in her presence and enjoy their time together however brief it might be.

The aroma of the stew filled the small cabin as it simmered on the stove, filling every corner with its savory scent. It seemed to mingle with the natural muskiness of Shadot's fur, creating an intoxicating blend that made Ivan want to do nothing but inhale deeply and get closer still. He felt his heart pounding in his chest as he watched her from across the room, admiring the sway of her hips when she moved, the flex of her muscles beneath her coat.

Desire coursed through him like a wildfire out of control, consuming every rational thought and leaving behind only raw need and animalistic instincts. He couldn't remember ever feeling this way before; it was as if something primal had been unlocked within him, something he hadn't known existed until now.

Without even realizing what he was doing, Ivan found himself standing directly in front of her, his hand reaching out to touch her arm. Her eyes widened slightly, and for a heart-stopping moment, he thought she might push him away or tell him no. But then she leaned into the contact ever so slightly, her breath warm against his palm as she murmured softly, "What is it, Ivan?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it seemed to fill the room, vibrating through him like an electric current. He knew he should stop; they were strangers after all... friends at best. But something deep inside him urged him onward anyway. His hand slid from her arm up over her shoulder and around her waist before he even realized what was happening.

She made a tiny sound in the back of her throat, halfway between a gasp and moan. It sent a shockwave through his body, straight to his groin,

That night, as they lay together in his small bed, Shadot couldn't help but wonder what she had gotten herself into. The past few hours had been a whirlwind of emotions and actions that she never would have expected from herself; certainly not with someone she barely knew. But there was something about Ivan that called to her on a level she hadn't experienced before, made her feel things she'd thought were long since buried deep within her.

As he moved against her in his sleep, a low moan escaped his lips, and it took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to climax right then and there at the sound. She clenched her fists in the covers, trying to focus on anything but how good it felt to have him pressed so tightly against her. But despite herself, her hips moved against his in time with his erratic thrusts, urging him onward even as she told herself over and over again that this was wrong, that they shouldn't be doing this.

A tiny part of her mind wished that someone would come barging into the cabin at that moment, put an end to this forbidden night of passion before it went any further. But another, stronger part of her knew that no one was coming, and she wasn't sure if she truly wanted them to anyway. For tonight, she had given herself over to desire, to the heat of Ivan's touch and the way his voice made her feel like the most desired woman in the world. And as he grunted out another moan, so close now... she couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring.