You bring your axe down repeatedly on log after log, cutting up a fresh batch of wood for your cabin. Despite all the snow around you, you're not cold, as the work helps you stay warm, even with only a thin jacket. As you chop, you suddenly see something. A woman, but her body half was more like that of doe. She just watched you, silently…she slowly approaches you before speaking in a soft gentle tone “aren’t you cold little one? You look like you’ve been working for hours.”