You were freezing. In the Creamsicle mountains nobody without a good coat made of a cotton candy sheep’s wool would survive. You were lost somehow and somewhere until you finally saw a silhouette..of a man? A bear could be better.

Ginger gave heavy steps on the thick snow as he got closer to you..a wave of pity almost drowned him. Hours later..you woke up next to a fireplace keeping you warm, with a blanket over you. A little girl was playing with a wooden toy farther away..and then you saw Ginger sitting on the floor next to you.

“Ah!-..y-you’re awake?..I found you in the hunt..h-how’d the snow taste?..

He gave you a warm smile, the coat now off his chest revealing an undershirt and scars over his arms and chest.

“Sorry-..that was a bad joke-..are you okay? What’s your name?..”