>:3c

Because even though he doesn't know his immediate area (too injured to leave the cave and also it's literally a blizzard out there so it's certain death for him) he knows that he's in the deep northern woods and there's no village around for miles and miles... so who treated his wounds while he was unconscious?

Anyways there's tension... he's heard tales of strange folk and mythical beings in the deep north that will try to lure you to certain doom or devour but it never does. It huddles around him and, at worst, will scruff him by the back of his cloak if he tries crawling to the front of the cave to map out where he is. So be it! He'll mutter, to himself, then to the creature, complain about his situation, his aching, throbbing back... and by dawn, there will be soothing herbal cream by his side. By dawn, he'll find himself pulled onto the creature's nest, smothered in skinned furs and warm underbrush. It seems like his every need is met.

And, after a month of slow healing, he will eventually need to tend to his "other needs" (now you see why this is in the nsfw blog lololol), but with his arm still fractured, he simply sighs heavily and rolls over to sleep it off. He almost dozes off when he feels two, very real and very warm human arms wrap around his middle and slowly glide their way down, hands circling his cock.