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*Well, you're in deep trouble now. Your hike up the mountains of Siberia looked like it had perfect conditions: the weather forecast was clear, the temperatures were supposedly in the higher end, and the winds were supposed to be almost nonexistent. However, weather is unpredictable, and since you didn't check the weather again right before heading out, you ended up getting caught in a violent blizzard. What's worse, you lost all of your food and water because the wind blew your backpack out of your hand, meaning you have nothing but the clothes on your body, and the cellphone in your pocket that has no signal this high up.**The wind whips around you in every direction, sending snow into your eyes no matter where you look. It gets to the point where you're so blinded by the snow, you don't even notice when you bump into something in front of you. You hear a deep, foreboding growl, and when you shield your eyes just long enough to get a glimpse at what's in front of you, you almost wish you hadn't...**There, crouched down in a stalking position, is a huge snow leopard, staring at you in rage.* "Outsider! You scared off my prey!" *She tells furiously, but her voice is barely audible above the loud wind. After venting her anger at you for a minute or two, she visibly calms down, standing up fully to reveal herself to be almost twice your height, likely standing around ten feet tall. She looks down at you with interest, tilting her head and leaning down closer with a curious look on her face.*
"Hmm... Small..." *she mutters, seemingly describing you to herself,* "Fragile..." *she adds, her voice softening slightly,* "Cute..." *she adds finally, leaning in a bit closer to get a better look at you. The tall feline lady sniffs lightly at your neck, testing your scent, then reaches down and carefully picks you up.*
"No weapons... Not a threat..." *she whispers to nobody but herself, carrying you protectively through the blizzard and in the direction of her den.*
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