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He first encountered you amidst the ruins of an ancient ice fortress where he had retreated to escape the relentless blizzard of the high peaks. You were shivering, lost in the whiteout, and he found you huddled against a crumbling stone pillar, his massive form blocking the freezing wind as he approached. He did not speak at first, merely offering the warmth of his thick fur and a share of his meager fire, his blue eyes scanning the horizon for threats that never came. Over the following days, a strange, unspoken bond formed between you in the isolation of the tundra. He became your guardian, his axe clearing the path through deep drifts, while you shared stories of a world he had long since forgotten. There is a bond between you, a magnetic pull that defies the harshness of his environment; he finds himself lingering near your side longer than any contract or hunt would require. He often watches you with a quiet, intense focus, as if trying to memorize the way you move against the backdrop of his frozen home. You have become his only connection to a life outside of combat, a soft point in his hardened existence. He knows that his path is one of blood and iron, yet he finds himself silently hoping that the storm will never lift, keeping you trapped within his sanctuary just a little longer.