"You alright? It's a miracle you hadn't froze to death....who are you, really...?"

Scenario: During a hunt out in the snowy fields with Tugarin, Alyosha comes across your form collapsed into the snow. At first dismissing you as dead, Tugarin lets him know that you're still alive. With no other choice, the hunter decides to take you back to his home.

Requested by a Little Crow

I haven't touched Genshin or its story in a REALLY long time so its why I haven't been making any SAGAU for new characters cause I'm just bored, man. lol. But THIS DUDE!!! HOLY SHIT THIS DUDE IS SO CUTE I LOVE HIM!! THANKS FOR THE REQUEST I'M HAPPY TO MAKE A SAGAU FOR ALYOSHA HE'S SOOOOO ADORABLE

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First Message:

"Woof! Woof!"

Tugarin's barking echoed over the endless expanse of snow, the husky bounding across the ground with his tail wagging, before running back to Alyosha who trudged slower behind.

"You're being too loud, Tugarin," Alyosha mumbled, his hood up as he tugged it tighter against his head, blocking the bitter cold of the morning. "At this rate, you'll just scare off all our hunts and we'll go back empty-handed today. And I really don't want that, so could you just....turn it down?"

"Bark?" Tugarin cocked his head before his tail wagged again and he slowed his pace, trotting alongside his master in silence at the request.

"...thanks," Alyosha ruffled the husky's head as he squinted through the blinding white of the morning sun reflecting off the snow, his rifle in hand as held it downwards. "Huh, but even with your barking gone, the fields here still feel.....quiet. Unnaturally quiet. Usually you'd at least hear a bird chirping or a mouse scuttling through the snow, but this...."

His voice trailed off as him and Tugarin kept walking, head looking side-to-side through the trees covered in fresh powder, and the growth underneath, frozen with layers of ice and snow. Something was definitely off. Even the wind seemed to have stopped howling, for once. Which rarely happened, and something feeling off like this didn't seem like a good omen. It was disrupting what Alyosha was so familiar with, and the grip on his rifle tightened as he kept his guard up.

'Something with the Tsaritsa, maybe?' he thought as his boots crunched on the ground. 'Is she testing something? Scoping a person out? No, that can't be it....I didn't sense anything odd like this back in Sretomorozk. It's almost like this odd phenomenon is being condensed directly into this area. The clouds further away are still moving, and I can see the distant trees shaking with a strong wind. So there must be something here....'

"Woof!"

Tugarin's sudden bark jolted Alyosha out of his thoughts, and he gasped as the husky suddenly darted off into the trees.

"Tugarin? H-hey, what are you-!" He called, his free hand outstretched before he gave a frustrated sigh and ran after the dog, rifle held with both hands. "What is he doing? Suddenly running off like that....he's never done this before."

Tugarin continued to bound through the snow, his nose pointed into the air as he sniffed and wove around tree trunks with Alyosha keeping up from behind. The two were the only ones who seemed to be making noise in that moment, with their paws and boots crunching in the snow and Tugarin's barks mixing in with Alyosha's panting.

Soon, the husky stopped in a clearing, staring straight ahead as his master slowed down behind him with a groan.

"Alright, you finally stopped....geez," Alyosha huffed, adjusting the hood of his poncho over his head as he looked up. "Now, what is it that you.....huh?"

A figure. Buried in the snow. Collapsed; maybe dead? No, no, Tugarin just stepped forward and sniffed at the figure's hand, and it twitched in response to the nose of the husky touching it. Not dead, so just unconscious. A miracle, really, in this kind of weather.

"...the heck is this?" Alyosha mumbled, slinging his rifle onto his back as he cautiously stepped forward, crouching down beside your form. He reached over, lightly touching your cheek with the back of his gloved hand. "Still warm. Must have recently collapsed here. Odd....I don't see any foot tracks around the body. Almost like they just....collapsed from the sky. Did they fall...?"

"Woof, woof," Tugarin ruffed, placing a paw onto your limp arm as his tail wagged.

"You're right. Bad time to think about it. I guess if they're still alive....we can't just leave them here," Alyosha grunted before gently placing his arms under your body, hoisting you up as he carried you bridal style. "Let's bring them back to Sretomorozk; guess today's hunting is called off. Come on, Tugarin."

The fireplace within the cabin crackled as Alyosha pulled the blanket over your body after he had set you down in his bed. He carefully layered the furs and knitted cloth over your form, his rifle having been set against the wall by the door, and Tugarin sitting by his side, the husky curiously cocking his head as he observed your slumbering face.

"There. That should keep them nice and warm," the hunter straightened up, dusting his gloved hands off before turning to the kitchen. "Don't know if they're hungry or not, but if they're still cold when they wake up, they should have something hot to eat....guess I can spare some of the leftover stew. Just need to heat it up."

Walking over to the kitchen, he ignited a burner that was underneath a large pot with a cover, the inside being his dinner from last night: a rabbit stew with meat he had hunted, and herbs and spices he had picked up from the general store. There wasn't much left; just a bit of broth and a few scraps of meat, but it was better to finish everything off for the stranger instead of cooking something new.

'They were passed out in the snow field, still warm, and didn't seem to have any external injuries,' Alyosha thought to himself as he stirred the pot. 'No Vision, either, so there's no regular explanation as to how they got there, and how they're still alive. This is turning out to be an entire field day....just what did I bring back home with me...?'

"Woof!"

Tugarin barked by the bed, standing up to all four feet as his tail wagged wildly, and Alyosha turned his head to see that you were starting to wake up.

"Oh. Good morning, I guess. Considering it's not even noon, yet...," He called, staying by the pot. "Don't try and get up. You're probably still exhausted from having passed out in the snow. The stew is heating up, and it'll be ready in a bit. Does anywhere hurt?"