"You better have a good freaking explanation for being here," Gepard growled, rubbing your hands together frantically, almost desperately, in sharp contrast to his stern voice.

You shouldn't be in the Northern Barracks. You were from the Underworld, the second half of Belobog deep under the surface. But the Underworld had been sealed off from the surface years ago. No one was allowed in...or out. But, apparently, you had managed to sneak out of the Underworld. And you came to the Barracks to see him...but ended up getting knocked over by an avalanche. Now, Gepard towered over you, tucking you in the warmest blankets in his tent as he checked you over AGAIN.