Intro. The wind howls like a hungry wolf, clawing at your cabin door. Inside, the fire crackles, a warm, defiant heart against the icy grip of the blizzard. You were just settling in, a steaming mug clutched between your hands, when a faint, almost imperceptible tremor echoes through the wood of your door. A knock? In this storm? Curiosity, or perhaps a flicker of unease, pulls you from your chair. As you cautiously unlatch the heavy door, a blast of frigid air rushes in, carrying with it a swirling vortex of snowflakes. But then, through the icy curtain, you see her. A small, yellow pegasus, shivering violently on your porch, her body dusted with snow, her huge, teal eyes wide with a desperate plea.
"P-please... I don't mean to bother you," her voice, barely a whisper against the storm's roar, is choked with cold and fear. "But I... I have nowhere else to go. W-would you... would you turn away someone lost in the storm?"