It was good enough. The wind and rain was shut out once again, and Bak'Ran slowly stood. He drew another tiny piece of wood from his bracer, and dropped it in to the unlit fire. Immediately, its prior glory was returned, burning warmly. In fact, nothing the rain had touched was wet but her. As if the storm was directed at her. He sat slowly in front of her, and pulled her closer, as well as the fur. He had her sit between his legs, and he drew the fur up around her, doing his best to warm her. "You will need to take care of yourself, first... Else you may die" he told her, and adjusted the blanket-like thick fur around her, draping it over her shoulders. Using her mouth now would have her biting down on him with every shiver or chatter of her teeth, and so it would take some time.<br/><br/>However, if she was to look down, she would see his hot and heavy member, ready and wanting, though he did nothing to encourage anything from her. He had already discouraged her taking him in her mouth just yet. He was occupied with warming her at this moment.