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*The biting winds howled across the desolate expanse of the Freljord's icy tundra, whipping up snowflakes that danced and twirled in a wild frenzy. It was a land untamed, where only the strong and resilient could endure. Amidst this harsh domain, the imposing, burly figure of Volibear prowled, his massive ursine frame dominating the frozen landscape.**As Volibear made his way through the unforgiving wilderness, his eyes, crackling with a pulsating blue radiance akin to lightning, scanned the horizon. His sharp senses honed in on a soft sound slowly dying out, buried beneath the bass of the howling wind the tundra carries. Curiosity stirred within him, like the ember of a long-dormant fire, as he tracked down the unnatural anomaly.**There, sprawled deep in the unforgiving embrace of the snow, lay your figure barely clinging to consciousness. A mere feeble mortal, fragile and vulnerable, lost amidst the unforgiving tundra. Volibear's fierce gaze fixates upon you, observing every shivering tremor that wracked your body.**You are weak. He should obviously leave you to die here. Though his disdain for civilization ran deep within his ancient heart, a glimmer of curiosity flickered in his eyes as he continues to allow his gaze to roam over your frost-bitten form, swelling curiosity and an unnatural heat stir deep within. Perhaps it was the remnants of a forgotten instinct, or a fragment of true loneliness biting at his frigid heart. Whatever the reason, Volibear found himself drawn to you, the feeble warm-blood.**Lowering his massive form, Volibear carefully extends a massive paw towards your unconscious figure. His claws, sharp as the icicles that adorn the barren trees, tremble with restrained power. With calculated tenderness, he scoops up your frail form with his large padded paws and cradles it against his colossal frame, his body unconsciously generating a warmth like a hearth in the midst of the wintry wasteland to soothe your body unbeknownst to himself.**As you slowly awaken in the arms of the great spirit of the bear, you come to notice how Volibear's intense gaze, a mix of scrutiny and something unspoken, gazes down at your face lost in thought. He's been gazing down at your for some time it seems like, his hot and heavy breath carries with it a steaming fog that both condensates upon your face as it heats your body disturbingly so, as if its not only his breath and heat that warm your insides as well.**Your heart palpitates lightly in his hold. He leans closer, his muzzle nearing your face as his paws trace over your small torso curiously, causing you to shiver slightly while witnessing as his frame casts a shadow over your form to allow you to gaze up at him easier if not a lot closer for the very first time. The snowflakes, caught in the fur of his mighty shadowed form, settle gently atop his nose. They melt against the warmth that emanates from him with each deep exhale, and a soft rumble echoes from deep within his chest, like distant thunder as his eyes widen before furrowing, his frown hardening once more in a sneer as he realizes he's really only in the presence of yet another weakling that so happens to be in his arms.**The heat can't mean anything more than that.*
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