Violets in the Snow (O/O)

(Pg-14, please have good grammar, o/o most likely)

Thomas White is a fairly world-wide known journalist who usually publishes in an international nature magazine, although he has published a few books about his research during his travels to frigid areas like Russia and Alaska in winter. He studies the plants, the trees, and some of the wildlife with his trained dog by his side. But during one of his missions in Alaska, he suffers an accident which renders him unable to walk or cry out for help, and he passes out in the snow. His dog, Siberia, runs to the nearest town in search of help.

(Your character) lives in a town in Alaska close to the wilderness. While (your character) is outside, a dog comes running up to you and seems to want you to follow him out into the woods…

Will it be romance? Friendship? That’s up to you, Thomas White just needs help to keep from freezing to death. Their relationship can grow from their.

Yah! Would you like a template for character biographies? Would we could just start and learn about them through the story
I’m good either way

Oke doke, and it can be either one. It depends on the character you’d like to use since I don’t have a set sexuality for Thomas (yet)

I’ll write the starter/set the scene, one sec

Thomas’ breath billowed around him as he trudged through the snow in an Alaskan winter. Siberia, Thomas’ Northern Inuit dog trailed behind him with relative ease through the snow, seeming not to mind the cold as much as his frigid owner.
Thomas looked over to his companion, his face flushed red from the cold, and his lips threatening blue, “Almost back to camp, Sib.” He paused to catch his breath and sat down in the snow, pulling out a notebook from his bag. He flipped through the pages to his latest notes and used a gloved finger to read over the research. He’d written about the plants that survived, even thrived in winter. It was all so intriguing, and interesting enough to keep him distracted from the shivering and the fatigue.
Thomas swiped his tongue over his chapped lips. With the help of his dog, he pushed himself up out of the snow to continue walking.
The falling snow gradually began swirling around him, “Shit..” he cursed, identifying the storm. He’d have to find his camp sooner rather than later.
He walked faster as the snow began to cloud his vision, and he reached over to grab Siberia’s collar. The very last thing he wanted to happen was to lose his beloved dog in a stupid snow storm. He took longer and longer paces to go as fast as he could.
The next step he took collapsed beneath him. He heard a crack, and an explosion of pain shivered from his leg up into his ears. Gravity pulled him down the rugged hill, down to just outside of his camp. But Thomas wouldn’t know that as his world slowly faded into darkness .

Siberia licked his owner’s face as wildly as he could, but when there was no response, she took a couple steps back with a whine. The storm had stopped now, and Siberia had down her best to keep him warm since. Thomas wasn’t going to wake up soon, so she had to go get help.
She turned to run out of the forest with her nose close to the ground to smell her way to the town. All the snow made it difficult.
Eventually Siberia made it to the town and ran to the closest human she could find.

The dog barked incessantly and jumped up onto Avery. She jumped back down and ran away towards the wilderness, then stopped and looked back. She barked again, wagging her tail, her ears high and alert.

The dog continued to bark and run off a few bounds before stopping to make sure she was still following. When she was certain that the nice lady would keep following, the dog took off running in the direction of her debilitated owner.

The dog sprinted into the woods and down the path for a few miles through the wilderness. Then, at last, the dog stopped at a seemingly abandoned camp with a raggedy tent and fire pit half covered in snow.
She stopped at a body face down in the snow just beside the camp and started tugging at their coat sleeve.
A blotch of blood had pooled around their leg, soaking from the ripped boot into the snow.

The man’s exposed skin was almost blue, especially his lips. He sat limply in his seat, lolling about with every jolt the truck made.
The dog sat on the truck floor in front of the man, licking his fingers in hopes of warming him—it didn’t help too much.
The man’s hat had fallen off in the snow, revealing a head of ginger hair, which was dripping with frost.

The dog leapt up onto the couch on top of his owner and settled down onto his legs.
The sudden jerk of pain jolted the man awake. He didn’t say or do much, only grunted in annoyance and let his eyelids drift down halfway. He took slow, shallow breaths through his runny, very red nose.

The man stared at her through crusted eyes, only barely able to see what she looked like. What was she saying..? He registered everything so slowly—oh, she was talking about taking him to the hospital. Something about the storm. His dog was laying on his leg; something happened to his leg, it should hurt.
The man lifted a hand to his forehead where she’d put the cloth, but it felt like all of his motions were underwater, even his thoughts. It was all so slow, but at least it was getting warmer.

Siberia looked over at Avery. With her tail thumping against the couch cushion, it was almost like she said thank you.

The man made a small grunt in response and closed his eyes again, hopefully to fall asleep. But unfortunately, sleep didn’t come. He didn’t know how long he’d had his eyes closed when he felt better enough to open his eyes all the way. Siberia must have jumped off sometime around then. His mind was still foggy as his movement’s were still lethargic, but he found himself more interested in where he was.

Thomas groaned a little bit, but as he gained consciousness, he decided to try and speak, “Thomas..”
Siberia sat beside him on the ground, wagging her tail at the sound of his voice.

Thomas pursed his lips at the thought of the savory, warm liquid. His mouth was pretty dry, and broth sounded delicious, “yes..”

Thomas reached over to pet his dog and pondered whether he should try to sit up or not. After a moment of thinking, he propped himself up on the couch and attempted to swing his legs over. That only resulted in a sharp pain shooting up his leg. “Ghh!!”