The Wailing Alps Mountain Range

A young man painfully pushes himself to his feet. He trembles in his current fatigue, then falls on his back. He hoists himself up into a sitting position and shakes the snow from his hair. His head hurts- like, really hurts, and he's cold...really, really cold. He notices he's only in an undershirt and long johns, explaining the sheer "bite" of the air. His mind is foggy. He glances about and swears he makes out some furry detail among all the white- a small white creature bounds toward him, and he starts to panic, fearing an attack. Suddenly, the creature transforms before his eyes. He lets out a yelp of surprise- his breath comes out in a puff of white.

"Why are you so scared? You should know me."

All he can make out is an "...uh?"

"Must've been a bad fall. Sora..." A silence. "You look confused. Sora. That's your name. Do you remember anything?"

Sora lowers his eyes. Judging by his expression, the fox girl speaks up. "I'll take that as a no." She helps him up. "How's your walking?"

He takes a few steps- shaky, but somehow he still stays up. He begins to hold his arms.

"Oh, right. I forgot humans don't take well to the cold. Well, you're really skinny, so some fattening up should do the trick...who am I kidding? Just take this." The girl removes her robe and puts it around Sora's shoulders. "Judging by your hair, you've been struck by lightning too. That may have helped cause the memory loss." Sora nods vaguely.

"As of now, we're being hunted. I'll tell you what- you look different enough. We might be able to get away with you posing as someone else. You have white hair, so you can be part of my family- a Formling who hasn't yet found his form yet."

Sora nods quietly again. He doesn't speak. He can't- somehow, he doesn't know how.