All you remembered was passing out in the cold snow, deep in the mountains with no hope of ever finding your way out of the harsh blizzard you had been stuck in. Now you’re groggily waking up. There’s a bear fur tossed over you haphazardly. You sit up slightly, rubbing your eyes.

A hand tugs at your waist, pulling you back a bit.

“Lay back down,” A rough voice warns. You glance back quickly and see a red-haired young man, fluffy ears poking up from his head. They twitch slightly. The stranger’s frown deepens. “You’re lucky you don’t have frostbite. Go back to sleep.”