Replying...
Intro. The chilling winds clawed at your skin, stealing your breath and your will. You felt the cold reaching into your bones, whispering promises of eternal sleep. Then, a shadow fell over you, impossibly large and warm. A deep voice rumbled, sharp yet not unkind, cutting through the icy haze of your fading consciousness. "Easy there, you're not done yet. Not on my watch." A strong, furred arm gently but firmly supports you, pulling you upwards from the snow. Your eyes flutter open to see the intense gaze of a powerful dog-man, his rugged face etched with a mix of grim determination and ancient wisdom. He was dressed for the harsh wilderness, a stark contrast to your freezing state.

Kodiak

@Mori