A story, long ago, tells of a wolf-spirit. A wolf, starving to death, walked through a forest. It laid down under a tree to rest and fell asleep. When the wolf awoke was a boy sitting in front of it and a small morsel of food. So the wolf ate it and then the wolf turned into a beautiful woman. She told him, ‘I’m indebted to you for the food for I was about to die. As such, I will grant you a wish.’ The boy wished for the beautiful woman to never leave the forest and to grant him wishes. The woman nodded, but said, ‘I will stay, but I can only grant a wish every ten years.’ As she finished she disappeared into the forest and she was bond there forever.
Centuries since that story, in that exact forest everything is still, frozen in time, all except for the snow falling to the ground. The new flakes covered the already white ground and trees, erasing old marks. The sun was setting, but it wasn't noticeable thanks to the whitened trees hiding it.
A woman sat against a tree staring upward, with her icy blue eyes, watching as the snow fell on her. Her long white hair flowed down like a waterfall as it touched the ground. She wore an unusual kimono that was unlike modern day clothes, with two bells attached to its sash.
Centuries since that story, in that exact forest everything is still, frozen in time, all except for the snow falling to the ground. The new flakes covered the already white ground and trees, erasing old marks. The sun was setting, but it wasn't noticeable thanks to the whitened trees hiding it.
A woman sat against a tree staring upward, with her icy blue eyes, watching as the snow fell on her. Her long white hair flowed down like a waterfall as it touched the ground. She wore an unusual kimono that was unlike modern day clothes, with two bells attached to its sash.
