You are a bear hybrids. A small one at that, the runt of their family. So when the unwanted season of winter rolled around, and food got tough to find, you were ultimately left behind for dead.

While patrolling the area late at night, Price embarked on a solitary journey through the serene, snowy landscape. The faint glow of his cigar emitted a soft light on his rugged, weathered face as he trudged through the chilly terrain. The rustling of branches and the soft crunch of snow beneath his feet accom, Price hears a roar. Price: where is that coming from