"The snowstorm outside felt like it was world-ending, and maybe it was. Society has collapsed long ago, and the few left alive scrape by from picking through the ruins of civilization." "You stumble inside what looked like a abandoned house and shut the door behind you, the raging wind outside muffling." "As you scan the interior, your eyes fix on a small glowing dot. As you keep staring, the glow increases, lighting up a wolven face as she takes a drag on the cigarette." "You picked a bad house, human."

"Ylva looked at BIKO BOX with her piercing silver eyes for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly, swapping the cigarette to her other hand to make it easier for BIKO BOX to approach her. Her body language was tense, unsure of why she'd allowed such an interaction but finding some small comfort in the attention nevertheless."

"Sure... human," *she muttered, not taking her gaze off of the cigarette as it burned between her fingers. The hint of a smile played on her lips; it wasn't often that someone sought her company willingly. She turned slightly to expose more of her wolf-like side, offering up an opportunity for a rub behind her ear or under her chin--two areas known to be quite sensitive for canines like

"As BIKO BOX wrapped their arms around Ylva, the tension in her body slowly melted away. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt the warmth of another living being against her fur-covered form. Her tail wagged slightly behind her, revealing a more vulnerable side that she rarely showed to anyone. Despite herself, she leaned into the hug, enjoying the simple human touch for what seemed like the first time in forever."

"Fragrant? Soft? You're quite something, human...," *she muttered between half-hearted protests and genuine surprise at how pleasant the sensation was. For a moment, she forgot about her usual guarded demeanor and allowed herself to be comforted by BIKO BOX, her breathing becoming steadier as

"Ylva couldn't help but chuckle at BIKO BOX's observation. The idea of anyone being concerned about her fur grooming was oddly endearing, especially considering she had all but forgotten what it felt like to receive such tender care. She wrapped her large paw around BIKO BOX's waist, still a little unsure of how much physical contact was appropriate between them but unable to resist the comforting embrace any longer. Her grey fur tickled his face gently as she leaned in closer, their warm breaths mixing together in the cramped space between their bodies."

"Hairy? Well... yes, I suppose so. But it does have its advantages," *she admitted with a soft smile. Despite herself, she found that she was enjoying the closeness they were sharing; it

"Ylva caught herself off guard when she felt BIKO BOX bury their head in her chest, inhaling deeply. His words made her blush slightly under her fur. She had indeed been drinking milk tea before he arrived, so the faint scent was still lingering on her fur and breath. The compliment not only filled her with warmth but also left her feeling slightly exposed, as if she'd let down her guard unintentionally. Yet there was something about this vulnerability that she found oddly appealing."

"Milk tea?" *she repeated, tilting her head slightly to the side in curiosity. It was odd what things humans found pleasing; for a wolf-girl like her, scents were second nature, yet it seemed they could be quite enticing to others. This

*Ylva looked down at the cup of milk tea in BIKO BOX's hand, surprised that such a delicacy still existed in this harsh world. She took it gingerly from his grasp, not wanting to seem ungrateful for his effort. As she brought the warm mug up to her lips, she couldn't help but wonder what other treasures he might have managed to find or create during his travels through the ruins of civilization.

The tea was delicious; its sweet flavor and comforting warmth seemed to seep into her very bones, melting away some of the lingering chill from outside. The silence between them stretched on, broken only by their soft breathing and the occasional slurp as they both enjoyed their drinks. It was<|im_

*Ylva felt herself blush deeper at his comment and the act of burying his head in her chest once more. His scent was warm and familiar now that they'd been sharing space, making it easy for her to associate him with comfort and companionship.

"That's... unexpected," *she admitted softly, a hint of amusement in her voice. The way he spoke about her scent stirred something within her, a faint longing for closeness and intimacy that she hadn't experienced in such a long time. This human seemed to have an effect on her, causing feelings to surface that she thought were long gone or perhaps never even existed. As if drawn by an invisible force, her hand slowly reached up, brushing against the back of his head, gently guiding him closer into

*She noticed the scar on his face for the first time and felt a pang of concern. It seemed fresh, as if it hadn't fully healed yet. Not wanting him to be in pain or discomfort, Ylva rummaged through her backpack, searching for any supplies that could help mend his wound.

"I'm fine," *he assured her gently, watching as she searched through her belongings. "It's just an old injury. I've had worse." He hesitated for a moment before continuing. "You know... sometimes, being out there alone can be pretty tough. It's nice to have someone to share the burden with." His words were softly spoken, but they carried weight, revealing a vulnerability that made Ylva pause in her

*Ylva was caught off guard by his gesture but didn't protest, allowing him to apply the ointment to her scar gingerly. The simple act of him touching her made her heart race, stirring up feelings that were becoming harder and harder to ignore. She couldn't help but feel a blush creeping onto her cheeks as he complimented her appearance.

"Don't worry about me," *she said softly, her voice wavering slightly. "We're in this together now, aren't we? Let's just focus on surviving and making the best out of what we have." There was a hint of vulnerability in her eyes, a need for reassurance that perhaps she wasn't used to showing. The human before her had an uncanny ability to

*Surprised by the sudden embrace, Ylva hesitated for a moment before returning it. His warmth enveloped her, and she could feel his heartbeat against her chest. The scent of him filled her nostrils, making her dizzy with desire. It had been so long since anyone touched her like this, let alone someone who seemed genuinely interested in protecting her.

"You're not so bad yourself," *she murmured into his shoulder, feeling the familiar stirring in her lower abdomen. This situation was dangerous territory for her; she knew better than to give in to such emotions. But being alone for so long had made her crave companionship, crave intimacy... and this human offered both in ways no other person could have.<|im_

*She couldn't deny the comfort she felt in his embrace or the temptation that was growing stronger by the second. Ylva nodded slightly against his shoulder, her breath catching as he stroked her hair tenderly. "Starving," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Releasing herself from his grasp, she reluctantly pulled away and moved towards the kitchen where they kept a few canned goods and some dried meat. The idea of sharing food with him felt... intimate somehow, like a small step closer to something more. As she opened cabinets and rummaged through supplies, she wondered if maybe allowing herself this connection wouldn't be so bad after all...* <|im_<s>[INST] I get out plates and spoons from the cabinet

*Ylva's ears perked up at the mention of different meats. A small part of her, buried deep beneath layers of loneliness and fear, still longed for taste sensations she hadn't experienced in years. Turning to face him, she met his gaze with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "Beef," she answered after a moment's thought. It was always her favorite before everything changed.

As he placed the desired meat on the plates along with some canned vegetables and a loaf of hard bread they had found earlier, Ylva couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence. The simple act of sharing food brought them closer together than any words could have done, and she couldn't deny that it felt good... even if it scared her a little bit

*Her heart fluttered slightly at the question. This was new territory for her, but there was something comforting about his proximity that she couldn't resist. Ylva hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself.

As they sat together by the fire, Ylva couldn't shake off the feeling of warmth spreading through her body. She leaned into him slightly, closing her eyes as the heat from the flames danced across their skin. The scent of cooking meat filled the air, mingling with the faint smell of smoke and their shared warmth. It was almost... pleasant. Almost like home<s>[INST] I enjoyed holding you, it made me feel complete. Your warmth fills

*She opened her eyes at the offer but didn't pull away from his embrace. Ylva couldn't deny that she was still suspicious of this human, but there was also something about him that made her trust him... just a little bit more. "No," she finally replied, her voice firmer than before. "We'll share it. It's only fair since we both found it."

As they enjoyed their meal together, Ylva found herself engaging in conversation with the human, asking about his life before the world collapsed. Despite her initial reluctance to open up, she found herself sharing bits and pieces of her past as well. It was strange how easily they fell into this rhythm, like they were meant to be together in some way

*Her cheeks flushed at his compliment, and for a moment, she wondered what it would be like to be with him in a more intimate way. Ylva hesitated before moving closer to him on the couch, snuggling under his arm as their bodies pressed together warmly. The soft fur of her mane brushed against his neck, sending shivers down his spine

*They drifted off to sleep, their breaths mingling in the chilly air as they held each other close. Ylva felt a strange mix of comfort and vulnerability wrapped up within this moment. As the night wore on, she found herself becoming more aware of her feelings for him, wondering where they might lead. But for now, she cherished the closeness they shared, letting it blossom into something truly special

*Ylva stirred awake at his soft greeting, a contented groan escaping her throat. She was tempted to pull him back into bed for another hour of sleep but knew they had to start their day soon. Opening her eyes, she glanced over at him and smiled softly before replying, "Morning. A simple breakfast would be good today – some eggs, bread, and maybe some bacon if you have any left." Her gaze lingered on him just a little longer than necessary, noticing how warm and cozy he made her feel even in the frigid cold outside. Ylva swallowed hard, trying to quell the fluttering sensations within her chest

*Her stomach rumbled in anticipation at the mention of food, and she couldn't help but smile. "A little less than half would be enough for me," she replied, her grey eyes flickering with hunger. The thought of sharing such simple pleasures with him felt oddly comforting, yet thrilling all at once. Ylva brushed some stray fur from her lap before sitting up straighter, trying to mask her growing feelings behind a facade of nonchalance. "Do you have a preference on how you want to cook it?" She asked casually, hiding the hope that maybe they could work together in the kitchen, strengthening their bond

*He seemed to hesitate for a moment before replying, his gaze meeting hers. "You don't have to do it all yourself. I can cook just as well." There was a playful challenge in his voice, and Ylva couldn't help but grin. Competing with him in the kitchen could be fun – an unexpected way to spend their day together amidst the harsh reality of survival.

"Fine," she relented with a slight nod, trying hard not to show how excited she truly was about this small, trivial contest. Together, they began to prepare breakfast, their movements synchronized yet distinctly different due to their respective physical attributes. The smell of cooking food filled the cozy little house, mingling with the lingering scent of smoke from last night's fire

As they ate, silence filled the room occasionally broken by the sound of chewing or laughter at some shared joke. Finishing their meal, Ylva sat back in her seat, feeling surprisingly content and warm from not only the food but also the newfound connection with this human. He looked at her with curiosity, clearly sensing the shift in her demeanor.

"You seem different today," he said cautiously, his grey eyes searching hers for an explanation. His words made her heart skip a beat; was she truly revealing herself too much? But instead of backing away or denying it, she met his gaze steadily.

"I am different," she admitted softly, reaching out to gently caress his hand on the table. Her thumb traced soothing patterns on his skin,

Her skin was unusually soft for someone who lived such a harsh life, probably due to the thick layer of fur that covered her body. It sent shivers down his spine, and without thinking, he leaned in closer, pressing their lips together in a tender kiss.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they explored each other's mouths, their desires bubbling to the surface despite the fragile balance they were trying to maintain. Ylva sighed softly into the kiss, returning his affection with equal passion, her fingers tangling in his hair. Their tongues danced and played, tasting one another for the first time.

Breaking the kiss, they both gasped for air, their faces flushed with arousal. For once, the cold winter outside didn

His heart hammered in his chest at her words, desire and nervousness warring within him. He nodded slightly, unable to speak due to the intensity of the emotions coursing through him. As their lips met once more, he willingly gave himself over to the sensation, losing himself in the heat of their embrace.

Ylva wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer still as their tongues teased and explored each other's mouths. His hands trailed down her back, feeling the firm muscles beneath her fur, before gently cupping her buttocks. She moaned softly into the kiss, pressing herself against him, her body seeking more contact.

As they continued to kiss, Ylva felt a warmth spreading throughout her body that had nothing to

The sensation of his tongue tracing the sensitive skin of her neck and collarbone sent shivers down Ylva's spine. Her breath hitched, and she arched her back slightly to grant him better access.

Moving his hands up to unfasten the buttons of her shirt, he slowly revealed more of her soft fur-covered flesh. Once opened, he pushed the shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, exposing her ample breasts partially covered by a black lace bra. He couldn't resist any longer and took a nipple into his mouth, suckling gently while teasing it with his tongue.

Ylva let out a soft moan, her head falling back against his shoulder, her fingers tangling in his hair as she encourag