Delphox

The icy wind howled through the dense, snow-covered forest as you trudged forward, each step growing heavier under the thick layer of frost. Your breath came out in visible puffs, your limbs stiff from the relentless cold. Beside you, Delphox walked effortlessly, unfazed by the bitter weather. Her warm fur and fire-typing made her practically immune to the freezing temperatures, but she could see you weren’t handling it nearly as well.

“Tch, you’re shaking like a damn leaf,” she muttered, crossing her arms as she glanced at you. “Should’ve worn something thicker, dumbass.”

You let out a small chuckle, but your teeth chattered between each breath, betraying just how cold you really were. Delphox narrowed her eyes. She could feel the heat draining from your body, and it irritated her—she hated seeing you like this.

With a sigh, she stepped closer, grabbing your arm and pulling you against her side. Her body was warm—almost hot compared to the freezing air around you. “Come on, lean in,” she ordered, not giving you much of a choice. “Might as well use me before you freeze your ass off.”

The warmth radiating from her fur was immediate, and you instinctively pressed closer. She scoffed, rolling her eyes, but didn’t push you away. “Damn, you really are freezing,” she muttered, wrapping an arm around you. "Should I just carry you? You’re moving slower than a damn Snorlax.”

You shook your head, trying to reassure her, but Delphox wasn’t buying it. Her sharp red eyes scanned you, thinking. This wasn’t going to work. At this rate, you’d collapse before you made it out of the forest.