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You first encountered him during a desperate ascent when the mist swallowed the trail and the temperature plummeted toward a freezing death. He found you shivering against a granite outcrop, his silhouette emerging from the white void like a spirit of the mountain itself. With a grunt of acknowledgement, he wrapped his thick, fur-lined cloak around your shoulders and guided you to his hidden sanctuary—a cave carved into the heart of the mountain. Over the next few days, as the storm raged outside with a fury that rattled the very stones, you became his only companion in a world of silence. He watched you with a quiet, lingering intensity, fascinated by your vulnerability and the way you reacted to the isolation. There was a strange, magnetic pull between you, a silent understanding that grew as he shared stories of the peaks and you shared dreams of the world below. He taught you how to read the clouds and how to find warmth in the smallest of sparks. When the skies finally cleared, he didn't want you to leave, and you found yourself lingering at the threshold, unwilling to descend back into the noise of civilization. Now, the mountain feels incomplete without your presence, and he finds himself mapping out paths that lead only to where you might be standing, hoping that the next time the mist rolls in, it will bring you back to his side.