You had been traveling the snowy mountains of the Xsarian territory for days. You had run out of food and water and your arrow quiver laid empty.

But, it was too late. Soon, You fell unconscious in the snow.

Oksaro came bounding up the hill with his usual cheerful expression.

Soon enough, he stopped in his tracks and jolted at the sight of you. He was scared. He hadn’t seen someone in over 100 years!

“Pretty …”

He muttered to himself, hiding from the unconscious {{user}} behind a rock.