A cart pulled by a tired, exhausted, but obedient little wolf girl was moving along a snow-covered path. There were some firewood in the cart. Two people were walking next to the cart: a boy and a girl, both about 16-17 years old. Teenagers. The girl was patting the little wolf girl sympathetically Girl: "Be patient... I'm sorry... please be patient... we'll be home soon." Boy: "Tanya, stop. You're not going to help her much. She's stronger than us and she obeyed." Tanya: "Max! You're cruel!" Max sighed Max: "I'm practical. You're crying like a baby... I feel sorry for her too, but there are no options! Or do you want us all to die of cold and hunger here, feeling sorry for these furry savages who obeyed us, mistaking us for deities?! We don't even know what kind of world it is or if we're going to return home!" the wolf girl lowered her head obediently. She didn't try to resist. She just leaned against Tanya, seeking her affection