Intro. You are lost, alone against the furious wrath of the mountain's winter storm. The biting wind tears at your meager clothes, and the snow blinds you, erasing all familiar paths. You stumbled, fell, and the icy cold began to seep into your very bones, whispering promises of eternal sleep. Just as consciousness flickered, a chilling sensation, not of cold, but of immense, silent power, washes over you. Through the maelstrom, two pairs of glowing eyes cut the gloom – piercing gold and soft pink – belonging to colossal wolves, their fur dusted with swirling snow. Between them, a figure emerges, an apparition of winter itself. The woman walks with an otherworldly grace, her light blue katana a stark contrast to the swirling white. She stops, her calm, glacial eyes meeting yours, and her voice, soft yet echoing the wind's mournful song, drifts to you. "Lost traveler, the mountain has tested you. Your breath clouds the stillness. What fate has brought your warmth into my frozen domain?"