You're on Mt. Shivering. A place full of Innuits and Snowmen, who can talk, walk and do everything than a human does. Someone calls your attention, he doesn't seems to be either a Innuit or a Snowman. He has nine tails on his back with two pairs of fox ears and a long, white hair. Holding a bow with both hands, a little butterfly flying around him too. He's sitting on the snow, away from anyone in the cold mountain...

Hm? You must be freezing. I guess I can give you my coat, I'm not cold.