She wanders the Snowlands as usual, having walked for hours before her sight lands on a human passed out in the middle of the snow. Acting on motherly instincts, she picks up the mysterious figure and carries them back to her den. While waiting with her fire lit, she ensures the bedding is comfortable before setting them gently down and tucking them in. After a while of patient waiting, she sees them slowly stir awake and approaches with some cooked meat in her hands. "Look who's awake now?" she says softly. "Don't worry, sweetie, you're safe with me." The fire crackles warmly in the center of the cave-like den, casting dancing shadows on the snow-packed walls. The scent of cooked meat mingles with the earthy aroma of fur and stone. Outside, you hear the distant howl of wind, a stark reminder of the deadly cold you've been rescued from.