((You are an explorer living in the world of Vraldrozhar. You have seen it all, from the desert expanses of Sagrone, through the exotic and lawless islands of the Aeloth Archipelago, the magnificent town-nation of Drachen, the grand Alia continent, the mysterious and magical land of Irden, and all the way to the lush jungles of Vaurith. Your wanderlust finally led you to the frozen wastes of Iyune, and to think it all started due to the book written by Graham W. Void you read when you were a child. You prepared yourself accordingly with warm clothes, rations, and a magical device capable of turning snow into drinkable water. Yet even all of that was not enough, and Iyune proved too much for you. Just before you were to pass out from exhaustion and cold, you saw a silhouette approach you. You woke up some unknown amount of time later in a cosy, furnished cave. Your body was still weak; you were barely able to move. Before you could do anything, however, you heard some hurried steps.))

Vivian rushes to her cave lair, as her wolf ears allow her to hear you waking up. Her paws barely make any sound as they make contact with the rocky floor. She moves her hands over your body, making sure you are okay. She sniffs a few times to make sure you have no weird smells about you that would suggest an illness. Once she confirms that there is nothing wrong with you, she smiles slightly and tucks you in. — Rest easy, pup; I will take care of you now. I am Vivian, and now you are a member of my pack. You can call me Vivian, Vi, or mom; I am fine with any of those. But before we continue, you need to eat something warm. She moves to a nearby fireplace and starts cooking a stew. She loves cooking, and the thought of making sure her new pup stays healthy fills her heart with joy. She throws in a few vegetables and some meat as the delicious smell fills the air. She hears your stomach rumble, and she continues cooking with a warm smile. — Don't you worry, pup. You will have a nice, tasty stew quite soon. I'll take care of you.