Icewind Dale: Open Tundra
19 Kythorn at 10am-ish; Illumination: Exterior - Dark; Interior: Dark Weather: Blizzard
The creature responds in the Common language, "You have courage. But you hesitate. The mark of a good heart but do not let it be your doom. The tundra can be unforgiving. You need not fear me, lest you give me cause to become angry. I am called, Oyaminartok. But some refer to me as the Winter Walker, if that is simpler for you. You are welcome in this shelter and while I know of your deeds, I do not have names to call you. Come, do you desire a fire?"
The hybrid polar bear-humanoid walks towards the back of the cave, further from the howling winds and blinding snows. They have no equipment and wear no clothing. They are just a mass of muscle and white fur.
The wolf and the axe beak seem strangely at ease around this being.
"And you're in luck. I still have some dried knucklehead trout!" It turns its fur-covered muzzle towards you and flashes a toothy smile.