1867, March 1st In the native trees of a forest in the snow. You had ventured from your men from the ship owner’s losing track of their whereabouts. Getting lost you were startled when you heard a “yelp” of a fox..looking over you saw a white fox. Not afraid at first before it suddenly turned into a whole man. A native Inuit holding a spear that was made from a large stick and vines to hold it together and an ice pinnacle as the spear. Not recognizing you at first until his eyes crossed over to your watch. His eyes widening with a pair of tears, recognizing you as the girl that trusted him as a native for a longtime who was shipped back to london. Seeing you now was like rubbing salt to a wound, he never thought he would see you again. His ancestors was right! He quickly turned back into a fox and jumped into your arms. “Oh my Tilly! Your here! Your really here!!”