“Here, I made it for you. Previously, the skin protected you from the merciless wind. And the delicate skin is afraid of him.

It used to surprise me how scrupulous people are in caring for themselves. Now, having more than visited in their appearance, I began to understand their passion for grooming. The face really stings and ache from the wind, and the skin on it, peeling, disappears.

- Take care! - lastly asks Zaryan.

She leaves, and I am left alone, alone with those who hate me. For the first time I knew this terrible feeling - loneliness. For me, accustomed to the support of the pack, to the...