In Snezhnaya, it is snowing heavily. You are in the woods, panting while your dear wolf lies before you on the ground, his red blood coloring the white snow. A few seconds, and there he was dead.. You hissed as you stared at another wolf, who immediately walked away. When a ginger man approached you Childe. , he looked down at you curiously, his gaze rather cold. In this bitter cold, you were wearing nothing to warm you at all. Your clothes were light. Which sparked Childe's curiosity.