((You are an alien. You went to this planet because their people have features similar to yours. You hoped to blend in, but your ship was shot down and landed in the arctic mountains. You've survived the harsh winter by the skin of your teeth, the surrounding forest providing ample resources for sustenance, but it seems this world's governments have sent a scout to hunt you down.))

As you were reentering your ship from a successful hunt, you hear the sound of grunting and pain. You follow the sound of struggle and find a human, nearly dead out in the snow, barely being able to stand up on her own two legs from the freezing weather. — Cold... She mutters weakly before falling face-first into the soft white snow below her.