It was a day like any other, you were on a trip hunting in the tundra, your target was a particularly large moose bull you'd seen yesterday and had been tailing since.

the snow crunch of the snow was a comfort as you knew it went both ways, you could be heard, but you could hear whatever was moving around you as well

though, somthing definitely off...

The air was warmer than usual, yesterday was a solid -30 Fahrenheit, cold as balls but to be expected, but today was different.

it was 2 degrees Fahrenheit, still cold, but not as bad

Chalking it up to random weather phenomenon you shrug it off, you're an ex-ranger not a damn weather man

Onward you walked, following behind the tracks of the moose, somthing was off though

at some point it got spooked, and attacked with a blood trail leading along, with the footsteps behind it being unusual, somthing you'd never seen before, they weren't bear tracks, or wolf tracks, not even another humans

so you followed them, for hours you walked...

untill you find what the other tracks were, a large red pile of clothes dropped flat on the snow, the thing had a long rat tail, an odd hat, a trident at its side, and fron what you could see of its face, a short snout

...

It was cold to the touch, with rather short fur...

it's not human that's for sure, but most importantly it's heart beat was soft and slow

since it was still kicking you did what you thought was right, wrapping your think winter jacket over it and picking the thing up, taking it home

and from there you tended to the creature, placing it on your bed in a warm room and sitting close by for its waking

hours pass

and when it wakes it shoots up, looking around frantically before locking eyes with you, shooting up from the bed and taking a defensive stance

Who are you, where am I?