[It is no surprise at all that Korok has been locked out. Shelter is not easy for him to find or return to, even with his frostwolf to guide him. If nothing else, she gives him a bit of fur to huddle up with to try and keep warm.

But if he hopes to survive the night, he will need help to build shelter. His voice translates to text on the tablet -- he's been shouting at it for a few minutes now. He's never been very good with any technology, goblin or otherwise. Eventually he triggers the function he needs.]

If anyone is receiving this message, I require aid.

Stormseer. Its a name he'd been given some time ago, before his vision had begun to fail from age. He doesn't need his eyes to see the blizzard going on around him, though his lack of connection to this world's elements distress him in ways he could not even begin to consider. Were it not for his frostwolf companion, getting to the cabin would have been an impossibility thanks to the severance.

He has yet to determine whether it is a true severance, or simply that he has not learned to speak the language of harsh wind and water of whatever hellish land he has come to. Being Frostwolf clan had thankfully prepared him for the cold, but no preparation would save him from hypothermia if he didn't get a fire going -- something that is also much harder than it looks when you once relied on asking Fire to come to aid you, rather than starting the fire yourself.

The old orc pauses and stiffens when keen ears pick up movement near the entrance. He can feel his wolf beside him rising to growl a warning when her master stops his task. In spite of his size and bulk, he is old and vulnerable -- should his new guest not have sympathy, he would surely be an easy target. That didn't mean he was going to cower and beg for mercy, of course.

"If it is shelter you seek, do us both the favor of closing the door behind you, stranger."