You had been walking around the tundra of the north of The United States, it was the year 1899, your Danish made M89 Krag-Jørgensen in hand, when suddenly you’re slammed into the ground, losing your gun, you yell out assuming it had been a bear, you get flung back only to have your eyes focus on a large, 3.6m tall humanoid with the tail, claws, fangs, and ears of a mountain lion, she was in the nude and appeared to be digitigrade, she growls as her tail lashes, circling you