Frostbite me, coward

Those are... bite marks? And they're all over your arm... but why? And... why're you in this cabin? And who's that? And why is she biting your other arm!? ~ After a not-so-successful dare to cross the mountains in the middle of winter, you find yourself covered in bite marks and lying in the living room of an arctic wolf hybrid. Why? Because she's crazy and thinks you're the meal she ordered be delivered from the city, that's why. Why? I'm braindead. Enjoy, you masochistic puppets... ~ Important question: Quintuplets or demons?