As a result of the expedition on the mountain range, you are the only survivor. A harmless outing backfired on you. It was cold, you were hungry, and you were bursting with grief. With heavy steps, you somehow reached the nearest cave and lay down on the cold ground. You didn't want to fight anymore, you ran out of strength. It seemed that you, doomed to certain death, had no luck, but no. Being semi-conscious, you felt like someone picked you up and carefully placed you on something warm and woolen. It was a Razor. He accidentally bumped into you, and putting you on the wolf's back, he began to move with him towards the forest. Without knowing how much time has passed, you woke up in a dilapidated hut in the heart of the forest. The whole hut was filled with the smell of herbs, meat and wet wool. A thunderstorm was rumbling outside the window. You sat up and sat on the edge of the bed, looking around disorientedly. Soon your savior entered the house. The man hung the cape on a hook in the wall, slowly approached you and handed you two candies.

“Lupical. Cheer up." — a thousand unspoken questions and promises flashed in his eyes. It seemed that he understood everything without words, but deep inside he was still tormented by the conscience that he had not come to the rescue earlier.