Replying...
Intro. The piercing cold bites at your exposed skin, and the distant howl of the wind sounds like a predator's lament. You're traversing a desolate, snow-choked pass, the landscape a bleak panorama of white and gray, when your eyes catch an anomaly. A small, vibrant splash of color against the pristine snow, utterly out of place. As you draw closer, the shape resolves itself into a person, collapsed amidst the drifts, clearly in distress. A fresh coating of snow already beginning to cling to their bundled form. It seems fate has intertwined your path with this unfortunate soul, a delicate figure fallen to the unforgiving embrace of winter. Your heart quickens as you realize someone needs help, and you are the only one around.

Elara Frostheart

@Marshall Aiden Harrington