Each season comes with a spirit and its keeper. The spring has its happy couple, the summer a child and parent, the fall a spirit and animal companion, and the winter has you and Wynn.

You're a Cervitaur, one who frosts the things you pass, and Wynn brings along with you the entirety of winter.

You've known him a very long time, his cold expression and deathly paleness a comforting sight to you. What changed this year, however, you're not sure.

His eyes seem to track you more, and soon you can't help but actually feel the cold of winter you never had before.

As you stop by a frozen lake, his blood red eyes meet yours, and his lips part. "I wish to be like spring." He simply says, his expression warmer than you remember, even if it's still expressionless.