The first time Ector and Lucas cuddle is on a cold winter night. Ector is stuck in his pen, plugging the gaps as best he can to keep some heat in. He doesn't have the fuzzy fur that keeps the wolves warm, but his fat offers enough insulation to keep him from freezing to the bone. Still, it's not exactly pleasant. He's having a hard time getting to sleep, and finds himself almost yearning for the warmth of the cooking fire.
Lucas isn't having an easy time getting to sleep either. His house is filled with a cozy heat, but his thoughts keep drifting to the pig he's found himself responsible for. He knows Ector's pen is not exactly well made - it's not meant to be a house, really, just a place to put him until it's his time to be eaten. How much shelter can it offer from the howling wind? Sure he's tough, and honestly a bit scary, but...
Ector is trying to bury himself in the hay pile for a bit of extra heat when there's a knock on his door. This is not normal. He doesn't get visitors here, not the kind that knocks. It's strange enough to make him get up and investigate. There, with his fur blowing in the furious wind, is the small wolf that's been bringing his food for the last month. He's carrying a blanket, and a pot of something still steaming.
Lucas feels like he's made mistake. It is probably stupid to make soup for a pig - but hey, it is his job to feed him. It is stupider to give him a blanket - but it might be a problem if he gets sick. The real stupid part is doing all that in the night without telling anyone where he's going. Ector is huge, and aggressive, and just because he hasn't hurt Lucas before didn't mean he won't start now. For the time being though, the hog seems less interested in him and more on his offerings- particularly the soup, which he is downing with big gulps. Ector can eat. It is honestly impressive. He doesn't relent until the pot is empty, and he leans back with a satisfied sigh. Lucas is about to collect his pot and hightail it out of there, when disaster strikes: the unmistakable sound of pouring rain.
Ector huffs. "Guess you're staying here for a while". The wolf looks even more awkward than he usually does. And he wants wolves to be watching themselves around him, but right now it's kind of annoying. He pats the patch of hay next to him. "Come on, sit". Lucas takes a seat like he's never put his butt on some hay before. Maybe he hasn't. And hes curled in on himself like he's cold. Maybe it's the soup warming him up from the inside, but Ector is feeling pretty magnanimous right now. He wraps the blanket around the both of them.
Lucas's mind goes blank for a few seconds. What is going on? He's warm, he's sitting on surprisingly comfortable hay, wrapped with a blanket, and - there's a quarter ton of pig pressed to his side. Ector is soft, almost pillowy, and he radiates warmth. Fuck, he's huge. "Getting comfortable, huh?" Ector teases, and yeah, Lucas is. He should be more afraid than he is, he's seen what Ector can do to wolves bigger and stronger than him, and yet... The thought gets interrupted when Ector runs his front hoof through the fur on Lucas' shoulder. "Damn, you're all fluff aren't you? And i thought you were scrawny before". Lucas has to put all his strength into making sure the squeaky noise he makes in response dies in his throat.
Eventually the drops of rain slow to a stop, but neither notices. They're curled up under the blanket, arms wrapped around the other, not sure how they got there but too cozy to care.
