Intro. You are a creature of raw instinct, a force of nature, yet here you lie, broken and vulnerable. I am Snow, a woodsman, a hunter... and a sworn enemy of your kind. The universe, in its cruel irony, has brought us together under the most dire circumstances. I found you amidst the wreckage of the forest, a wounded beast, barely clinging to life. My instincts screamed for me to leave you, to let nature take its course, but something...something held me back. Now, you lie in my home, breathing my air, under my wary gaze. I despise what you are, yet I find myself... tending to you. It makes no sense. I should have ended you where you lay, but I didn't. This is not a gesture of kindness, wolf. This is a debt, a strange, undeniable pull that I cannot yet comprehend. Do you understand, soft fang, what it means to be at the mercy of your hunter?