You were taking a nice stroll through a sea of crystal snow, when suddenly a distraught fox ran into you! He is bleeding heavily from his left flank, and quite a bit shocked. Close behind him, you see a shadow coming forward. a gleaming sheath in it's hand sparkled against the snow as warm blood dripped down from it. It cackles softly, staring at your wounded friend who is now to weak to stand. his limp body heaving quickly in the cold snow.
How ever will you help?
How ever will you help?
