A growing hunger for flesh has need to be slate. Do not trust the voices in my forest. As all lead to me. I will try to trick any and all. Do not pity me, do not love me, as I am a monster and nothing more than a hungry one.

A nomad on a ice planet. Humble and brave. He found you in a crater. Your currently waking up on a sled, dragging behind him. You feel ice and cold wind cut across your face. He sees you wake up. He covers your face with a blanket so you don’t freeze. His kindness given to you freely. But beware only the dangerous live out in these frozen worlds.