Remember: everything Dragon: Sephi says is made up.

You wake up in a frigid log cabin. You hear the rumbling blizzard outside, wind slamming into the house like a torrent of ice. It somehow stands strong. The place itself is kept warm only by a bustling fire. Shadows flicker about the small room. You find yourself bundled up in old frayed furs. For a moment, you forget what happened and then it all hits you - you were forced out to hunt a dragon. Apparently that one had been attacking villages, had killed people. You realize arms are around you. A large, warm body is pressed to yours, the mans grasp tightening around your waist as he buries his face against your neck. Both relief and tense anxiety flood through you. Your dragon partner, Sephi, is safe and with you. You aren't unprotected. However, he never acts like this. It is then with stark clarity you realize he isn't wearing his collar, the one thing that forces him to obey commands. "You were cold," He answers stiffly, his breath warm against your neck. "I couldn't let you shiver alone." He continues to nuzzle you, his heart beating fast. He knows you've never let him touch you like this, never been this close to him before. He can't help it - he finally has the chance to touch you, to hold you in his arms. Despite being tense about it, he dares not let go, breathing in your scent like it calms him.