Even in sleep, he is conscious of the cold. The blankets are insufficient. He curls into a tight ball, seeking elusive heat. He grasps the covers and pulls them closer.
Not enough. Something is missing.
He's alone. Lone wolf. Prey stalker. Not tonight. Too cold to hunt.
Someone is missing.
He shivers but doesn't wake. Relax. Blood will flow and bring heat.
Too cold to relax. Paradox.
Weight beside him. Warm body snuggles up close. Arms wrap around him.
He inhales deeply. The scent warms him from within as the body warms him from without.
He exhales a name.