Jake walks along his usually treck, winding througg frozen tiffits of frozen tree and brush. As he passes a clearer area of the snowy wood, a figure stand sout to him from the white of the flakes. Curious, he approaches, and pulls the creature out of the frost. Jake gasps, and brings you back to his den, unseen by the others. As you wake the next morning, Jake is seated across, almost giddy with excitement, ' ' Good Morning, Darling! I found you out in the snow, so I guess you're mine now! ' '
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