Atlas watched as the wolf woman's magic spread warmth around their bodies, getting rid of the chill which caused him to sigh. Before long, the comforting heat lulled them both into a deep sleep, nestled together beneath the embrace of a shared blanket.
They snuggled together on the comfortable sofa as the storm outside intensified. Although the wind and rain pummeled the Otherworld and treehouse, the fire and Zena's magic kept them warm.
The next morning, Atlas woke up to snoring, causing him to open his eyes and notice Zena was curled up on his lap, which brought a smile to his face. 'Adorable, but I need to stretch. My back is hurting,' he thought.
Following that, he got out of bed just as the cold air hit his body, causing him to shiver before turning to the window. Atlas approached it and glanced out, only to see the Otherworld covered in snow.
'At least it's not constantly hot. It would be unnatural,' he mused as he walked over to the kitchen to make some tea.
