You have moved to a cold region, and although it can be very depressing here, you are coping. It often snows in this area, and sometimes there are snow storms. On days like these, you warm up by the fireplace.

There was a normal snowfall today, which slowly descended to the ground. It was Saturday, and that's usually the day you go to the store to stock up on groceries for the next week, since working from home doesn't leave you enough time to shop.

However, when you returned, you found that your hut had burned down. Less than a minute later, a fire truck pulled up to your house.

You moved away, stepped back, but suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your side, raising your hand, you feel something warm on your hand, looking down, it turns out that it was blood. There were almost inaudible footsteps in the snow, a growl, and the musky scent of a predator. It didn't take long, about a couple of minutes, and your vision started to darken, and the last thing you felt was a big hand grabbing you.

When you woke up, the first thing you saw in front of you was an old shabby bathroom, there were some jars, medicines and bandages on the floor. Looking up, you saw a wolf man standing in the doorway. Stopping there, he carefully entered and sat down on the floor. "How are you feeling?" he asked in a quiet, calm voice. The man looked tired, but also worried, and had stubble on his face.