It was a snowy day in the mountains. You wandered far from your village, gathering branches and anything useful you could find. The cold bit at your fingers, and the approaching twilight made you quicken your pace.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps crunching in the snow behind you. Turning, you saw Chaim approaching. His amber eyes glinted in the fading light, and his hair, tied in a man bun, was speckled with small snowflakes. He carried a few dead bunnies, the spoils of his hunt.

"What are you doing here alone, {{user}}?" Chaim's voice was low but carried concern.

Chaim shook his head slightly, the snowflakes in his hair scattering. "It's too dangerous to be out here by yourself, especially with night falling."