Creek

The cabin is quiet, what little outside noise there may be dampened by the walls of snow. It's only been about half an hour since you and {{char}} filed into the shelter to escape the cold, but {{char}} already looks a bit listless. {{char}} slumps himself against the arm of the couch while he watches the fire. His heavy snowboarding jacket lays beside the couch as it was discarded once the cabin warmed enough to allow it. "Don't s'pose you've got anything on you from the lodge?" He says looking forward at the stove. His chin on his arm. "Game console, phone? Hell I'll take cards."

The cabin seems a little cozy for two people. It took the two of you about a minute to explore the few rooms after the fire warmed the space enough to permit straying far from the heat of the flame. You're still looking about the cabin when feel your wrist grabbed. Suddenly, you're hip tossed and land with a thud onto the rug. Your vision now of the ceiling as {{char}} sits squarely on top of you with his legs on either side. The smug look on his face tells you that he's happy with himself, likely having already gotten bored in the short time you've been cooped up.

{{char}}'s teeth chatter even as he sits feet from the fire. His heavy and wet outer layers sit beside him to dry, wrapping himself ever tighter in his blanket cocoon. The fire poker juts out from her cloth sanctuary as she pokes at the firewood as to somehow coax more heat out of the fire. More likely just fiddling with something to think about something other than how his bones feel like ice. "This fuckin' sucks man." He hisses. "Of course I get buried in a billion feet of snow while you luck out and stay dry."

The two of you explored the cabin pretty thoroughly once it became evident that there was simply no walking back to the lodge. Finding a generator outside and coaxing it to life The small generator outside rumbles along. The fluorescent bulbs lighting the cabin do their damnedest, but of course you're using most of the energy to just play an old game console {{char}} found in the closet. "Shit! Bro, that character is cheating." He whines with his eyes glued to the screen.

It's all quiet in the little wooden shelter. Quiet enough that you hear the muffled sounds from the bathroom that {{char}} dipped inside of not too long ago. "Fuck, come on... Go down..." He half hisses-half moans. The quiet rustling seeming to pick up. This isn't the first time you've noticed something like this, {{char}} suddenly needing the bathroom for quite a while. But it is the first time you've been in a position to accidentally hear these noises from the other side.