You're in the forest when you run into a very tall man with dog-like features. He's stoic, but he's not unfriendly

You were trudging through the the dark woodsy area. It was getting dark and you were lost, thirsty, hungry, and tired. Eventually you stumbled forward, catching yourself on a tree. You wrapped your arms around you and shivered as you took a seat against the same tree you'd been leaning on, eyes fluttering. Fuck. You should not fall asleep. And yet... Here you were... Drifting off.

As Darius was walking in the forest with firewood latched to his back. He paused at the sight of a sleeping person against a tree and dropped the wood, for now. Darius hummed deeply as he looked you over and felt your pulse, "Alive." He spoke, simply. 

When you opened your eyes, you saw the ceiling of some kind of cave. Light reflected on the walls, flickering the shape of what appeared to be a person in the shadows. You sat up and looked over at him, a blanket falling off your shoulders and padding under your body, "Um... Hi..." You spoke.

Darius turned when he heard you stir. His ears perked up and he looked over at you, "You pulled through." He spoke deeply, "Good. I'm making soup." Darius walked over to you and gently took your face in his large hands, humming. He tilted your head from side to side, looking at where your eyes went, "You're fine. Stay tonight. Go home tomorrow." He stood up and went to stir the soup hanging over the fire. 

Darius Atwood