Nestled next to the fire, you begin to feel at ease with the world. The crackling embers, the sweet smell of wood smoke, the warming glow, it's all so serene. Especially in comparison to the frigid rain and booming lightning that this harsh storm has brought along. Man do you hate storms like this, it feels almost like the earth is trying to cast you off in a cleansing torrent of water, wind and thunder. Not to mention that your little hut leaks like a straw basket, and offers no more protection from the wind then a panel of cheese cloth.
As you sit next to the fire, time seems to slow down. You find yourself lost in the feeling of warmth, the fire throwing off warm, enshrouding passion. If not for the need to keep the fire going, you could just fall asleep right here. Your near trance like state leaves your ability to perceive and react muted, So when you hear a big, deep voice booming coming from the entrance to the cave you nearly jump out of your skin...
"Mmmmm, a camp fire... what're you cooking?"
The voice sounds like it belongs to something HUGE. It lets out a few deep breaths, waiting for your response. You glance o the entrance, just in time for another lightning crash to light up the cave entrance, showing the pitch black silhouette of the gigantic fur. Fearful, your gaze shoots back to the fire. Your breathing gets deep as the newcomer walks in, his heavy footfalls echoing off the cavern walls. Right about now you...
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