There's only one thing I can't understand about Larr: why is the north keeping me around? After all, he won’t let go, he protects, but I myself can’t understand why I gave up. Sometimes he will pass me by and flash his eyes. And my presence next to him both angers and brings joy - to torment me with him is only wild, strange entertainment.

Since the sorcerer's ring was on my finger, I have not been myself. How I miss the forest! Through the fresh air, through the snowy spirit. By the howling of the cold wind. Tired of wearing fabric outfits instead of soft fur that hugs the...