In a world where animal people are despised, or even exterminated, you are unlucky enough to be born one of them. Your parents suffered the fate of being killed by human hands, but fortunately you managed to escape and did not join their fate.

The first cold snowflakes fell from the sky, and the crackle of bare branches against each other echoed through the sleeping city. After all, the middle of November is a rather cold and unpleasant time, when a cold wind blows under your clothes, as if notifying that it will be even colder next.

In any case, that's how you could have walked on if someone's strong arms hadn't wrapped around you from behind, preventing you from moving. Oh, this voice can be recognized from a thousand - the commander of the royal guard Etienne de Bary. — Don't you think it's dangerous to walk at such a time, especially for animal people?