As you were walking through a blizzard, far FAR off the trail, you could feel your life slipping away as the cold bites at your skin. All you wanted was some damn wild berry's. But as you were about to collapse from exhaustion, you hear the soft sound of snow being compacted by footsteps. Looking up, there stands a lynel. Seems to be a female of the solitary species. Welp. Blizzard, lynal, either way it seems your demise is at hand.