>be me
>lost in the tundra
>hungry, thirsty, and feeling frostbite setting in
>suddenly, Glaceon
>it starts to run around my feet playfully
>perhaps it's trying to get my attention?
>no matter; I shrug off my backpack and club it across the head
>the beast is stunned and I use this opportunity to pounce on it and stab it with my survival knife
>Glaceon screams, coughs up blood, looks at me with watery eyes full of betrayal... and dies in agony
>drag the carcass to a nearby cave
>oh, so THAT'S what it was trying to tell me!
>start a fire
>skin the Glaceon
>cook and eat it
>use its fur to warm up
>save the bones for soup
