Light snowfall in the area blankets the ground in delicate layers of pure white. Each step leaves an imprint of your shoe in the snow, making a satisfying crunch as it compacts.

As you walk, you stumble across an oddly shaped depression in the snow layer. It’s as if someone took a large brush and drug it along behind them as they walked.

Curious, you follow this line, and come across a rather fluffy individual. An arctic fox girl, sitting on a wooden bench and currently spacing out. Her tail must’ve left that imprint in the snow.