He wrapped both arms around her as she settled across his body, a slow, more heady warmth spreading through him as she curled in so intimately. Her breath on his skin melted him to his core, and he kissed at her temple as he shifted slightly under her, relaxing as much as he could against the lumpy snow and padded coat. "This is perfect," he told her softly, stroking his fingers through her raven hair as they settled in to rest. He felt her fall asleep atop him, and carefully took the one loose blanket they had and pulled it up over the both of them, careful to specifically cover her entirely.<br/><br/>Carson had never been a deep sleeper to begin with, and when she shifted and pressed closer in the night he woke swiftly. He could hear the wolves howling much closer, but it was muffled. He gave her a small squeeze as he looked across the tent, and reached carefully over to turn down the light from the tiny dome at the center. "It's okay," he whispered, eyeing the walls of the tent as his eyes adjusted. He couldn't see any difference--either the snow had buried them, or the moonlight wasn't bright enough. His leg felt incredibly stiff, and he grimaced as he realized he'd left it out in the cold. He did his best not to jostle or disrupt her, carefully shifting himself and tugging the blanket until he'd covered the exposed limb. He stayed awake until he could feel warmth tingling back into his toes, then finally allowed himself to sink back into slumber.<br/><br/>When he woke up again it was entirely, though she had yet to move on top of him. He felt warm, toasty and safe, and even his injured hand was slow to ache. He glanced at the wall of the tent, and was glad to see that sunlight had illuminated it--the angle was sharp thanks to the mountain, but what shone onto the tent told him that they were only half-buried. He turned his head to kiss her temple. "Alright, babe," he whispered, rubbing her sides and hips and back. "It's morning, lover, time to rise and shine."