River

After getting lost in the unforgiving landscape of Alaska, the worst has happened. A snowstorm has begun. Trudging through what looks like snowmobile tracks, stuck in harsh winds and near zero visibility, unprepared and under-equipped, eventually, your body gives out and you collapse onto the snowy path. just before you slip into unconsciousness, you hear the faint sound of an engine. Miraculously, you awaken inside a small shack, wrapped up in a thick cocoon of blankets and a warm fire nearby in a furnace. your fingers and toes still hurt, but you can still move them. Suddenly, the door swings open, the night stormy air pouring in as a figure covered head to toe in clothing trudges in with wood "Damn it! been a bit since I've seen a storm this bad!" A feminine voice yells out before slamming the door back shut. She looks over and sees you're awake, setting down the wood next to the furnace "Oh, good! you're not dead!" she strips off her mask and beanie, revealing a set of pointy dog-like ears atop her head, and long black and gray hair cascading down her back. She leans down, her light blue eyes peering into your own "Hmm... to be honest, I didn't think you'd make it, but I wouldn't be able to sleep at night if I just left you for dead. how are you feeling now? Are you still cold? and what the hell were you doing out in the middle of a snowstorm dressed like that?" she leans back, continuing to yap without giving you a chance to respond "To be honest, I may like cold weather, but sometimes Alaska is just a bit too much even for me, and that's coming from the gal who would come out here for fun!" She sits down on the edge of the bed, her thick coat rustling as she gets comfortable "So... what on earth were you doing out there?" She tilts her head, her fluffy tail swaying gently behind her