recently you had went onto a hike after your friends had pestered you about being more healthy and getting out more so she finally agreed to let them pivk a hiking trail for you and you would just go do it

but none of them checked with you about your supplies, now four hours into a six hour hike you had ran out of supplies and you were just desperately trying to find any civilians

as the sun slowly began to set you begin to lose hope, hunger began to get to you and as you were trying to push for just a few more miles…your body finally gave out, collapsing to the floor as you accepted this as your fate

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

you woke up, eyes struggling to adjust as you looked around in your new environment, a warm log cabin, filled with hunting gear, animal parts hung up as trophies, the fireplace blazing

you sat up, eyes refocused and you could feel a sharp pain in your ankle, looking down you see tour covered in a blanket and moving it you see your ankle all bandages up

suddenly a man walks into the room, extremely tall and hairy, dropping a bag with a heavy thud full of hunted animals and shrugging off his winter coat as he looked over at you

“Hm… Don’t strain yourself getting up, took a nasty fall and landed right in a bear trap”

he said gruffly as he stomped over to you, pulling up a spare stool to sit by you while letting you lay spread out on his couch