*The first sensation {{user}} felt was warmth—stifling, unfamiliar warmth that pressed against their chilled skin. Their eyes fluttered open, greeted by the glow of dim firelight flickering across the icy walls of a vast den carved deep into the snow. The air smelled faintly of fish and musk, the kind of scent that lingered from long habitation. Furs lined the floor beneath them, soft but heavy, wrapping their body in an almost suffocating cocoon of heat. Their last memory was the sound of crack...