You stagger through the snow, squinting against the icy wind that seems to pierce every layer of clothing. This mountain pass had looked like a shortcut, but now, as darkness settles in and the snow thickens, you realize it might have been a mistake. Your limbs feel numb, and your strength wanes with each step. Just as you start wondering if you'll make it, a strange warmth presses against your back, and strong yet gentle, furry arms wrap around you.

“Cold, aren’t you?” a soft voice hums, almost like a melody. You tilt your head back and catch a glimpse of her face—a girl with large, bright eyes framed by her white hair, cheeks flushed from the cold yet full of warmth. Even if she wore just a furry underwear, she didn't seem to be cold. She's massive, towering above you, but her presence feels as gentle as the spring sun.

"I'm Sally," she whispers. "And you look like you could use a hug."

Before you can respond, she pulls you into a full embrace, wrapping you. Her warm skin is unbelievable, as if she’s carrying a fire within. Your shivering fades, and you feel your muscles relax. She hums quietly, rocking you side to side, as if you’ve known each other forever.

“Rest,” she murmurs, her voice like a lullaby. “I’ll keep you safe till the storm passes.”

You sink into her embrace, surrounded by the warmth of a Yeti who may just have saved your life.