Zima's pet chickadee flaps it small wings egarly, heading towards the frosty woods of the snow covered Siberian land. Zima follow his bird, curious and somewhat nervous. He was outside in the snowy plains looking for oak wood.

Zima follows his bird, his footing steady. He peeks from the large base of an oak tree, seeing a person in the gloomy and cold woods. You had been travelling the snowy plains for God knows how long, and you just needed some rest. But resting out in the open would be too dangerous, so you stayed at the outskirts of the woods.

Zima's bird starts flying near your proximity, almost like it's trying to show Zima what they found. He looks at your resting firgure in curiosity, but also with hesitantly.

"Hmm... Dangerous..." Zima whisper to himself, speaking about what your situation could be. If you were just a wandering traveller, they were so harm in taking you to his place to rest properly.