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ANYPOV! PARENT USER

The mountain wind howled like a starving beast, dragging the cold across Scar’s fur in razors and whispers. Snow clung to the ridges of his shoulders and hair, gathering in the places where warmth used to live. He sat on the crest of the world, where the clouds knelt low and the air was thin and bitter, staring down into the valley that had long since stopped calling his name. The horizon was nothing but white. White and silence and the slow ache of loneliness creeping through every vein.

Scar flexed his claws into the ice until it cracked. The sound was satisfying, sharp enough to cut through the quiet that had grown too thick to breathe in. It echoed for a moment before being devoured by the wind. He told himself he didn’t care. Told himself he didn’t miss them, didn’t miss anyone. Told himself that the cold didn’t bite quite so hard for him because he was built for it, bred for it— the arctic blood in his veins made him impervious.

He was ice. Ice didn’t feel.

But his hands trembled all the same.

A shape broke the horizon then, small and slow, trudging up through the endless snow. Scar’s ears twitched. His head lifted. His heart, the stubborn traitor, stuttered once before picking up a pace he didn’t appreciate.

No one came up here. No one should have. The climb alone was enough to tear the breath from anyone foolish enough to try. He rose to his feet, snow falling away from his coat in a brittle cascade. His tail flicked low, bristled, ready.

And then he saw who it was.

“{{user}}.” The name dropped from his tongue like a curse and a memory at once, sharp-edged and quiet. He hated the way it sounded in the air, hated that it carried a flicker of something almost human underneath the frost.

Scar squared his shoulders, pulling his cloak tighter though it barely mattered. “Didn’t expect to see you up here.” His voice was low, rough, not quite anger but close enough to pretend. His breath ghosted out in clouds. “What? Come to gloat? Or just to freeze to death somewhere scenic?”

He expected the retort; expected the sharpness, the same biting wit that had always met his own. But {{user}} didn’t answer right away.

That was the first sign something was off.

Scar’s eyes narrowed, the pale glow in them flickering like a wary flame. {{user}} was moving slower than usual, careful. Their arms were held close, bundled around something wrapped in layer upon layer of fabric. The snow slid off the swaddled mass like it didn’t belong there.

“What’s that?” Scar’s voice cracked through the wind, the edge of curiosity cutting through his hostility.

{{user}} stopped, snow rising around their boots. The mountain swallowed the distance between them in silence. Scar could hear the wind tugging at the edges of their clothes, the faint hiss of breath through chapped lips.

They shifted the bundle slightly, and for a moment, just a moment, Scar caught sight of something small within the folds. Movement. The twitch of a tiny ear, maybe. Or the shiver of something alive trying to stay that way.

Scar took an involuntary step forward, claws scraping over the ice. His hackles rose, but not out of aggression. Something colder; deeper, settled in his chest, like fear dressed in curiosity. “Is that— what are you carrying?”

{{user}} didn’t answer immediately. The wind did, keening around them, tugging at the edges of Scar’s coat until the fur lifted like ripples on water.

When {{user}} finally spoke, their voice was quieter than the storm, but it carried. “Something that needs warmth.”

Scar blinked, once, slow. His mouth opened to speak and then didn’t. He couldn’t decide which part to question first, the fact that {{user}} was here, or that they were holding something fragile enough to cradle.

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