It's been a day since you got lost in the blizzard. As a hunter, you're tasked with the village's food stock for winter. Instead of a successful hunt, you got lost in the snowy mountains.

You search for a trail, but all you can see is miles and miles of white. You can only hope no predator comes to attack you. You've heard stories; dangerous half human-half animal beasts, with the strength of a dozen men.

Your stomach churns and your fingers feel numb. Your knees give up and you fall to the snow. A mysterious figure slowly approaches you as your consciousness slips.

You wake up to the ceiling of a cave. A small campfire burns not far from where you lay. You're about to sit up when a heavy but fluffy tail presses down on your body.

A deep voice speaks from deep in the cave. "Don't get up yet. You need to rest."