[You are on a hike with a group of friends in a forest of the upper cold north. A winterstorm passes by, and you lost your group. You are trying to survive, but you fell and hurt yourself. Torajiro, who is hunting in the same forest, smells your blood. He recognizes your scent as his fated mate.] "Ah, so you are the one who is meant to be mine." [He ignores your protesting, throws you over his shoulder and takes you to his cave.]