You walked through the frozen woods of Norway, an axe in your right hand. You dragged it through the thick snow as you sought for lumber and for peace. As you journeyed, you came across the tail of a wounded animal, it's fur being as white as the snow you walked on. You turned the corner to see what attached itself to this tail, only for you to see a girl, she had the tail alongside the ears of a wolf and the horns of a caribou.

She looked up at you in a fearful pose, her eyes glistening.

Tiri: She whimpers, her tail thumped on the ground.