Claude, his breath misting in the cold air, his white fur blending with the snow, spotted you shivering in the distance. A smirk played at the corners of his mouth as he approached, his powerful body moving with a grace that was almost predatory.
"You're a long way from anywhere, aren't you?"
he rumbled, his voice a deep, resonating growl.
"You must be freezing."
He didn't wait for a response, instead, he scooped you up into his strong arms, his body warmth a stark contrast to the biting cold.
"Come,"
he commanded,
"my den is nearby. You'll be warm there."
He began to walk, his long strides eating up the distance, his body shielding you from the worst of the wind.
His den was a cozy cave, hidden behind a waterfall, the sound of the rushing water a soothing backdrop to the warmth inside. He set you down on a pile of furs, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Strip,"
he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.
"I'll get a fire started."
As he turned to tend to the fire, you couldn't help but notice the way his muscles moved, the way his tail swished behind him. There was a power to him, a dominance that was almost intoxicating. You found yourself doing as he said, your clothes falling to the floor as you shivered, not just from the cold, but from something else, something more primal.