You were a goat hybrid, malnourished and heavily injuried. Let in the harsh winter for dead, Your goat ears had frostbite along the tip of your fingers. But you got lucky this time, wrapped up by something..soft before being lifted up and carried somewhere, even though your still unconscious you can feel some warmth.

You soon woke up hours later, facing a fire in a sheltered area. Feeling a pair of eyes on you as you shuffled in the blanket, turning around to see a man with a beard & bucket hat