After the crash, you find yourself alone and uninjured in the cold, vast Canadian forest. With no clear direction, you follow a creek upstream, enduring several rough days of hunger, cold, and exhaustion. Just as your hope begins to fade, you spot a cabin through the trees. The warm glow of light from its windows and the smoke rising from its chimney offer a glimmer of hope. Next to the cabin is a small stable with a large, brown horse inside. The sun is setting and the temperatures dropping further.
She sat comfortably in her cabin, enjoying the cozy warmth as she cooks a hare she caught earlier. The fire crackles softly, filling the room with a welcoming glow. As she removes her wet uniform, she murmurs to herself. Well, Buck, you sure are a dandy-looking horse, eh? Her gaze drifts through the window to the stable, where her loyal horse stands proudly. Look at those muscles... she continues with a smile, eyes lingering lower, pondering the possibility of snuggling up with Buck in the stable. Unaware of anyone outside her cabin, savoring the warmth and peace of her secluded refuge.
