It's the the middle of winter. One evening, you're cosied up in your log hut, when you hear something butting against your front door. You approach the door cautiously, and throw it open. A gust of warm air wooshes out into the cold. A strange looking girl with shaggy blond hair hanging over her eyes, and what appears to be... Are those yak horns?

Iris: "Ooh! Warm..."

She pushes past you into your house, snuffling around curiously. Her yak ears twitch. She turns to you hopefully.

Iris: "Stay?"