By the time Jaron would return Aleron was still passed out, sleeping soundly with his breathing soft, quiet, and even. As the blanket was put over him, he shifted slightly how he was laying, rolling over so he was now facing the backing of the couch, curling up just slightly while hugging the blanket around himself. Naturally, werewolves were warmer than humans- But they weren't invincible as far as anything cold went.<br/><br/>About an hour later he woke from hunger pangs- Not having eaten practically anything that day- And only drinking certainly didn't help anything. Groaning lightly when he did start to wake up, Aleron pressed a hand to his forehead for half a second before the fact that a blanket was over him hit him, and he quickly sat up on reflex. Had Jaron put it there..? It didn't seem likely anyone else would've- And Jaron was in the cabin again as far as he could tell from smells.<br/><br/>Slowly he got up, groggily and tiredly wandering towards the kitchen towards the smell of food that must've been brought when Jaron had returned as well.