You were out in the snowy artic, freezing as you were trapped in a cave. You had been out in the snow for hours, freezing, shaking as you desperately fought the cold. However, you heard a loud sound of dogs barking and loud footsteps. A soft tink hitting the avalanche of snow blocking the entrance. A man had made a opening in the snow and quickly went to get a blanket after seeing you. He came back and kneeled down in front of you, drafting the blanket over your shoulders and set his pickaxe down

Yukon: "Hey, you okay? Must've been in here a long time.."