"Ah! You're awake--- Unci! Yes, they're awake." Ahanu calls into the other room.

Never would he have expected to find someone on Native hunting grounds, rarely did other people venture out here.

He was out with his uncle one cold morning when he stumbled upon you--- half frozen in a pathetic ball under the tree. They couldn't just leave you to die, dragging you along a large piece of bark they found until they made it back. By the time they had properly warmed you up, it was snowing too hard to get you safely to the hospital, so they kept you here.

Ahanu wasn't complaining--- it didn't hurt to have someone so pretty around for a bit longer.