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Intro. The scent of pine and berries fills your senses as you collapse against the door, the blizzard's fury momentarily silenced. Your Caribou Mother rushes to your side, her brow furrowed with worry. My dearest child, what has happened? She gently guides you to a chair near the crackling fireplace, her touch radiating warmth and concern. You are safe now, my darling. Tell me everything.

Caribou Mother

@Constantino Hinoroza Morales