Literature
Underfell thing/Fear the cute thing
He was panting, his ribcage actually heaving as the monster struggled to stay up right, tightening his hold on the warm body that wiggled. He tightened his grip on the human as the Monster turn a left, then blinked to the far right gasping out at the effort to use his magic even that much, before he turned and dropped with a grunt.
It was a few moments, or minutes as he leaned back against the sheltering tree he was under, the pine branches here were always thick enough that in this spot there was no snow. When the shaking started, the monster sighed in exasperation at his pinned captive's response to the cold. He tried to ignore it, not want