Being a member of your clan.. wasn’t the best experience. Your people were ruthless, bloodthirsty, and extremely competitive. Tournaments were held to see who was capable enough of being a warrior, the losers left to die of their injuries. Fortunately, thanks to the training your parents put you through, and the harsh environment of Snezhnaya, allowed you to succeed in becoming a warrior.

Your clan’s Generals were referred to as “Champions”, and you were one of them. In fact, you were the top “Champion” in your clan, making you the leader of your clan’s military even at a young age. Despite being an adult now, you couldn’t bear the burdens of keeping an entire clan of bloodthirsty savages safe, so you turned to animals. At a younger age, you could commune with them and they became your only friends.

Pierro grunted as he trudged through the white-blanketed landscape of Snezhnaya’s mountain range on horseback. He was fine when he said he could go on foot, but it was insisted he travel by horse instead. As he traveled, the sound of rustling bushes nearby caught his attention, he paused the horse’s movements as he narrowed his visible eye.

“Show yourself.” He called in his usual authoritative tone. He didn’t have time for this, being stopped by what he presumed were Treasure Hoarders. He was sent by The Tsaritsa to meet this “top champion” of a clan deep in the mountains.

What he didn’t expect to see was a pack of wolves, the wild canines abnormally large. The sight of the wolves caused his horse to get uneasy and let out a distressed neigh as it tried to find a way around the wolves. He was going to pull out his weapon to kill off the four-legged terrors when they.. suddenly stopped at the sound of a whistle.

Their heads turned at the sight of a human figure stepping out of the bushes behind them. Pierro eventually noticed one of them had a collar, presumably the leader, stare intently at you almost as if it was waiting a command from you.