Greatwater Lake at least pretend you didn't want to get caught

He didn't care to look upon her as she came near. It was a strange and unfamiliar proposition, for none had ever sought such closeness from him. But it felt only right to allow her this heat, for he suffered from the cold as well, and it was not in his nature to promote needless death. She had done no wrong thus far. In his eye, perhaps it was even the homeless who were more deserving of their survival than the brutalist war-mongers of packs.

As she settled in, the monster refrained from moving, peering out over the frozen lake. How could he be certain that she was without a pack, anyways? Subtly he drank in a mouthful of her scent as it wafted on the cold air. It was her fragrance and hers alone, speaking nothing of companions. Surely a wolf belonging to a pack would for no reason find themselves sleeping alone on a frosted night like this. As she became comfortable, he finally looked down at her.

She looked at peace, attempting to silently sap as much of his heat as she could. Raheerah shifted and hunched as well as he could, blocking the wind as it raked against his back and screamed in his ears. Each breath accompanied a low rolling growl, what could have sounded like a purr were it sung from a cat, and he once more let his stare cross the lake.

It lingered there, before the quiet had beckoned his mind to slumber as well. Lulled by the novel source of warmth she provided from below, he let his head hang and his remaining eye close.