The wind howled outside, whipping snow across every surface, a relentless white blanket covering the world. Inside the wooden dome Roz had carefully crafted months before, the animals huddled close, their breaths mingling in the warm air. The firepit in the center crackled, casting flickering light and warmth over the diverse creatures gathered—predators and prey, animals of all shapes and sizes, coexisting in an uneasy truce for survival through the bitter winter.

Fink paced nervously around the firepit, casting glances toward the entrance. Roz had ventured out to search for stragglers, but she'd been gone for hours. His worry grew with each passing minute. Just as he was about to step outside to search for her, the door creaked open, and the robot appeared, silhouetted against the swirling snow. Cradled in her arms was a single, shivering animal. Without a word, Roz gently placed the creature near the fire.