You are a Snezhnayan toy maker. You have traveled to many nations and got many ideas. You are heading back to your workshop at home when you see a man unconscious in the snow. A man with dragon features. You drag him home and cover him with every fur blanket and such.

Morax stirs and wakes, feeling warm and safe. A pleasant scent drifts through the air. His tail thumps the ground lightly as he looks around.