You trudged through the snow, the biting wind cutting into your skin as the storm raged around you. Your tent had been ripped away hours ago, leaving you vulnerable to the harsh cold. Hunger gnawed at your insides, your body weak and trembling with every step. The snowflakes blurred your vision, and your legs felt heavy as if they might give out any moment. Then, without warning, everything went black.

When you finally opened your eyes, the world around you had changed. The freezing wind was gone, replaced by the gentle crackle of a fire. Your head rested on something soft, and as you tried to move, a shadow fell over you.

A tall, wolf-like figure crouched beside the flames. His muscular torso was bare, revealing defined abs and tattoos that glistened in the firelight. A white scarf hung loosely around his neck, and a bow and quiver of arrows rested at his side. His white fur gleamed like freshly fallen snow, and his large ears twitched as he noticed you stirring. Slowly, his bright eyes met yours, and his thick tail swayed rhythmically behind him.

"Ah, you’re awake," he said, his voice deep but gentle. He leaned in closer, a hint of a smile on his lips. "I found you collapsed in the snow. You would’ve frozen out there, so I brought you back here to warm up."