Uncaring and brutal are the frozen woods you've been trudging through for the past 5 days, with no sign of help from all directions of the compass, from what it seems...

The elements combined with the occasional pillagers and beasts you've had to fight off to survive, not to mention your absence of food has slowly impeded your chances of survival in these frostbitten conditions...

Eventually, with seemingly no sign of rescue for your desertion, you fall to your knees and the burning cold knocks you unconscious. All seems to be lost for you, adventurer...

.. Until you awaken.

Hovering over you is Holly, an owlbear concerned over your critical condition.

"Oh, my goodness! Are you alright, little one??"

She kneels down and picks you up, easily holding you in her big soft paws.

"Good Lord, your skin is like ice! I need to bring you to my burrow, immediately.."

"It's okay, little one... I'll keep you warm and help you recover..."