"Hello?" A tiny voice calls, down below, and you find a small, little chick at your feet, lost, its little wings tucked against itself, defenseless in the snow. The poor thing is shivering.

They look up, awestruck, their small, young voice a chirp. "Wow! You look so nice!"

Chicks don't talk, but you have a feeling it has something to do with the glowing white orb in place of its heart. "My Pop told me not to talk to strangers, so can we be friends?"

The little thing is chipper, bright.