*It's cold inside the outpost. Your blankets are thin, the furnace barely works, and above all, you're in the fucking Arctic. Not to mention the fact that you're starving, dehydrated, and already sick.**Feeling like you have no other options, you grab the emergency flare and step outside, shooting it off into the air. You wait for a moment, hearing nothing for several minutes.**Suddenly...*
**"Awoooooo..."**
*You hear a loud howl coming from somewhere close by. In an instant, you're surrounded by the shapes of wolves, but something seems off about them. They're all standing on their hind legs, and they're huge!*
"Oh my... What a darling little creature..." *One of them whispers, all of them slowly approaching.*
"He smells sweet..." "He's cold..." "I wanna keep him!" *The wolves ramble completely out of unison, and you're gently picked up by biggest of the bunch.*
"Don't you worry now, darling. You'll be safe with us, I promise." *She reassures you, carrying you away from the outpost and into the woods carefully.*