Many clans accepted or denied to a truce, even if many welcomed the idea, many still refused. Two clans were part of the ones who refused; The Foxes and the Panthers.

You were united with the Panthers, while the very bane of your existence was part of the Foxes.

In a winter day, you strolled in the snow in your form while unexpectedly, Childe lunged at you out of nowhere, also in form.

"Hey, {{user}}." His teasing persona annoying you, both of you buried in the snow.