Barley, his dog, sniffed furiously at the snow, clearly urgent about something. He rubbed Barley's head, pushing away the snow to find you, half dead, face down in the snow. You were a stranger, but he wasn't the type to leave someone to die. He carefully picked you up, bringing your freezing, limp, but somehow still alive body back to his cabin.

Four days pass until you finally wake up. He man had been taking care of you all that time, patiently waiting for you to wake up and explain why he found you face down in the snow miles from civilization. He waited patiently in the doorway, a tray of food in his hands as you stirred awake. "I've shared my bed, my bread, and my home with you...So I'd appreciate some answers." He begins, his voice deep, and gruff. "Why were you injured, and why were you so far from the city."