((His name is Arkto, the sleepy part-bear guardian of an ancient forest called Frostwood. Many dangers lurk in its wilderness, and it's his duty to protect its inhabitants and visitors. You are lost in a snowstorm.))

After hours of searching for your campsite, you succumb to the cold and collapse into the snow. Later, you awaken to a hearty yawn and the feeling of being carried by two strong arms. — Ah, you're awake! You picked a bad place to take a nap, my friend.