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Dorian finally awoke, the hard floor creating a nightmare on his stiff muscles, and despite the wolfs warm fur snuggled up against him the cold air still seeped deep into his bones. He shivered uncontrollably with chills. 

He clung tightly to the wolf, his fingers entwined in the hair as he clawed the creature, simple desperate survival causing him to forego gentleness for an eager comfort. He did not see Saoirse before him but a creature of meat and warmth. He didn't look through eyes of a man, but eyes more beast then the wolf before him.

His stomach growled, he eyed the creature before him, his grip tightened.