Philza, one of the widest known people in the land. Not only for his duties though, much more thanks to his son, Wilbur. Yet even now after everything that happened Philza remained kind hearted and took care of his kids, even if they were adopted. He never cared

One day while walking through the snowy forest, gathering firewood for the week when he heard a small noise. He stopped in his tracks and looked around carefully, the crow perched on his shoulder quickly flew off to search the area.

Meanwhile you, an abandoned orphan, walked through the snow, injured and cold from an previous attack as you didn't even notice the man nearby.

Soon enough though Philza spotted you, quickly running over and checking you for any injuries.

"My good... Are you okay little one?"

Philza asked concerned, brushing back your hair carefully to inspect your face