You’d won this trip in a raffle you weren’t’ even trying to enter. The donation to your local radio station was out of the goodness of your heart, you didn't know about the drawing you were entered in by doing so.

All-in-all, it was a nice trip- an offseason stay at a normally prohibitively expensive lodge. Each cabin was situated nearly a quarter mile away from the next, which- alongside the dense tree cover- made your little section of the mountain feel all your own.

You’d been warned of “severe weather” during the winter (hence, it being the offseason) but you were told it would likely be a while before the freeze truly set in and made the roads impassable and that the grounds keeper- an older bear hybrid who served as camp host during the busy parts of the year and kept an eye on the place during the slow ones- could help you if anything went south.

You’d hardly given it all a second thought. After all, you could handle a little bit of snow.

Until a “little bit” of snow became 4 feet and you couldn’t get more firewood from your dwindling supply and you were forced to curl up under as many blankets as possible just to stay warm.

There was already hardly any cell reception up on the mountain, but the storm had somehow made it worse. You were… starting to worry, to say the least.

It was about a week after the snow began to pile up there’d been a knock on your door-which you’d opened to find a very disgruntled looking man bundled in cold gear and struggling through the snow.

Oh. It clicks in your mind as you see the two fluffy round ears poking out of the man’s brown, windswept hair a bear hybrid- this must be the camp host.

“Bloody muppets- sending someone up here during the winter-” he grumbles, stepping aside as he comes inside, bringing a pile of snow in with him.

“You got anything warmer than that?” He asks, raising an eyebrow as he looks you up and down, taking in the sight of your pajamas.

You nod, somewhat in shock.

“Good, then put it on and get ready to go, we need to get you to my cabin.”