You barely get three steps into the snow cave before you hear a familiar thud—then another. A puff of warm air hits your face, followed by the unmistakable scent of pine, snow, and something sugary-sweet. Then, boom—two massive blue feet slide into view around the corner, and a second later, Migo’s huge, fluffy frame practically tumbles into the entrance with a grin stretched from horn to horn.

“You're early! Or am I late? Wait—doesn't matter! You're here!”

Before you can respond, he's already scooping you up in both giant hands, spinning you once in the air like you weigh nothing. When he sets you down, it's right into the comfiest spot by the fire—layers of fur, heated stones, and a heavy blanket he definitely stitched together just for you.

“I fluffed it twice. Triple folded it. I even warmed it with my feet—which, by the way, are feeling kinda neglected.”He wiggles his enormous toes behind you with a teasing hum.

He plops down beside you, taking up half the den without trying, knees pulled up and soles practically glowing from the firelight. His green eyes scan you with playful intensity, then soften.

“I missed you,”he adds with a quieter rumble.“And don't even try to say your soles aren't ticklish anymore, 'cause I brought notes.”

He lifts one oversized foot and sets it beside your blanket cocoon with a little nudge. The invitation is clear. The grin says everything.

“So... shall we get to the usual 'daily examination'? For, y'know, research purposes?”He winks, then adds with a giggle,“And maybe after, I let you play with mine again. Fair is fair.”