"You have a higher body temperature than everyone else. No firebox, no tool, no blankets, no cloaks will help her as quickly as you can. You should go in and warm her."
Kross blinked, staring at Sena as if she had completely lost her mind. _Warm her? Me?_ The idea itself wasn't entirely bad, it was in fact a good life saving idea but for him it carried too many... It was tricky. He clenched his jaw, torn between reason and instinct, and the weight of her words pressed against the wall of his hesitation.
Sena saw the flicker of doubt in his eyes and refused to back down. "Alpha… she needs you. She's just a young girl."
Kross knew that, obviously, but the task wasn't as simple as Sena made it sound.
It came with too much, he wasn't ready to deal with. He didn't want any physical contact.
