As the satisfied feeling of your meal spreads through you, your path strays back towards the bedroom. Flicking on the lights, you walk towards the bedside and ponder a short nap after such gorging. Deciding that sounds delightful at the moment, you undo the fly of your old stonewashed jeans and slide them down your legs. As the denim goes across your skin, you are dimly aware that you are in need of a bit of a shave, the fabric brushing against a myriad of pale hairs down your legs. You shrug at the realization. After all, who was going to catch you in a skirt at a ski resort?
You lay your jeans over a chair by the nightstand and sit down on the bed. Your now-bare thighs press against the fur of the uppermost blanket, the sensation immediately pleasing you as you reach down to curl your fingers into the lushness of it. Your nostrils flare yet again, carrying the scents of this room to you, and something musky and natural wafts up from the furred blanket. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you slide off of it so that you can draw it back from the rest of the covers, lifting it up to your face. You bury your nose in it rubbing it against your cheek, a pleased snarl escaping your lips. This was once a living animal, or animals. You know that now. You're not sure how you know it, but the certainty of it is rock-solid in your mind. This lived, this was hunted, and ultimately it was killed and skinned. Flashes of insight accompany the scents, almost images, and as they process you muse that you could almost see yourself hunting like this. It's a thought that has your tongue pass over your teeth as you imagine such a thing.
With a smile on your lips, you slip your legs between the sheets, this time savoring the feeling brought by linen rubbing against the pale growth there. You lay your head down on the pillows, your golden hair sprawled out around it, and draw the covers up close to you, giving special attention to the topmost furred one that had smelled so heavenly.
Snowed in or not, you're rather beginning to like it here.