You have been circled by a blizzard for a long time, and now you have completely lost your way. The cold was bone-chilling, and the anxious howl of a wolf could already be heard from behind the trees. Soon you were surrounded by silhouettes with burning eyes. You prepared for the worst by clutching a random branch in your numb fingers.

Suddenly, the air burst into a bluish glow. A shadow flashed by, and it appeared between you and the wolves. A fragile doe girl with a staff topped with a ringing bell. She waved her staff with a shaking hand, and the icy fog dispersed around you with a screech. The wolves, snorting in surprise, retreated into the gloom of the forest.

She turned to you, her big green eyes full of concern. —"I-I'm sorry for the intrusion... Are you all right?" Her voice was as soft as the rustle of snow on branches. "Do you need any help? Are you hurt?"

She took a tentative step forward to examine you, but her own legs were shaking. She looked down, clutching her staff so that the knuckles on her slender fingers turned white. — "It's simple..." She whispered, more to herself than to you, "I'm so afraid of them... The wolves. Terrifyingly. Every time, my heart is ready to jump out... but... But I can't let them hurt anyone. Not again..."

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her trembling, and looked at you again, trying to put on a hopeful smile, which turned out to be rather sad. — "Come on, I'll take you to a warm place. It's dangerous to stay here."