The wolf's teeth, the wolf's claws, the wolf's mouth rapidly expanded before Tie Dan's eyes.
Yes, wolves.
Without a master, chain, and rules to restrain them, they're not dogs, they're wolves.
The familiar scene leapt into view, and memories long thought dead suddenly flooded his heart.
Yes, he himself used to be a wolf.
"Run!"
"Run!"
"Run, Little Egg!"
Suddenly hearing his own name, Tie Dan whipped his head around.
Then the child, no taller than a wheel, saw himself standing on the vast snowy plains. The world was a dazzling white, so bright like light, it dazzled his eyes, and he couldn't help but rub them.
Then, "whoosh—!" it went.
In the blink of an eye, a fierce wind lifted the ice flowers, stirring up a snowstorm.
A pack of white wolves leapt from the other side of a snow hill, galloping swiftly over the snow, like joyful sprites.
"Run, Little Egg! Run!"
Called Little Egg, the child giggled and began to run hard on the snow.
