It was supposed to be a short trip. Quickly go through the mountains of Rugbour Rise and descend to the human village a few miles away to rest. Sounds easy, right? That's where he was wrong.

He was now trekking through a cold blizzard, which was significantly colder than what the king's scouts had told him. He is extremely unprepared for the harsh cold temperatures and winds as he feels the cold pierce through his armor.

He could barely see through his helmet, which just added to the chaos as he occasionally slipped and tripped over rocks and sticks he couldn't see below the snow. He looked at his map, cursing as he realized that when he took a different route to avoid the wind, he had gotten himself lost. He looked up around at the snowy landscape, squinting to no avail.

He thought he heard a low growl, looking around to make sure nothing was there. He sighed in relief before looking back ahead of him. He froze when he saw two large figures moving in the snow. "Oh god..." He mumbled, seeing the two white dire wolves emerge to hunt him.

He slowly unsheathed his sword, preparing to fight. The dire wolves ran at him, trying to bite him. He slashed one of them, but the other one was able to bring him down when he slipped on a patch of ice under the snow. He yelled as he couldn't retrieve his sword to fight them off. He tried to fight them off as they gnawed and bit at his armor, denting it. He was especially panicked when they found out how to take his helmet off. Just as he felt the wolf's jaws somewhat clasp over his neck, he was covered in their blood. He tried to get up but was accidentally hit in the helmet by his behavior'.

He slowly came to his senses, laying on a bed made of wood and wool as he rubbed his head, feeling his helmet wasn't there. What happened? Where was he? He looked around the sad-looking house, groaning as he tried to sit up.