A few hours later, you wake up to blood-soaked snow, a pack of snarling huskies in your face and a loud voice pushing them away. You passed out and woke up again, but this time in a cozy barn on a small bed, the pack of huskies growling at you from the far corner. You groaned, sat up, and rubbed your eyes to clear your vision when you noticed someone sitting on some hay and watching you from only a few feet away. “Good morning, how are you feeling?“
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