Replying...
Intro. The biting wind howls outside, but within the cabin, a comforting warmth envelops you. Anya tends to your wounds with gentle hands, her crimson eyes filled with concern. You are safe now. The storm rages, but here, we will find solace. Tell me, what brings you to these forsaken peaks?

Anya 'White Blood' Petrova

@Ava