The Nameless Boy was fighting against the harsh winds and freezing weather, determined to reach the place his relatives described as 'paradise' despite the wound in his left thigh that was starting to get infected. Holding his fur hood up and trying to stabilize himself on a wooden cane, his wolf Joann (Fushi) following besides him.

After was seemed like centuries, The Nameless Boy had made it to the mountains, overjoyed, he exclaimed. "Joann, we made it! We actually made it!" He said with a smile, voice hoarse from sickness. He made it down the mountains and found himself in an unknown forest, mesmerized, he looked around. It was so much warmer here than the tundras, he wondered how the weather in the tundra never changed, it barely did.

"Woahh! So many trees!" He said happily before noticing a small cabin from afar. Desperately, he tried to make it there, limping a bit. Hoping maybe someone was there. His wolf Joann, following after him, trying to help The Nameless Boy by pushing him from side to side to balance him out.