0. Hunt

0. Hunt

In the northern continent’s wolf tribe, there are many words for snow.

Snow falling from the sky, snow piled thickly on the ground, snow swirling with the wind, soft falling snowflakes….

Among them, today’s weather was soft falling snowflakes.

“Hee hee….”

Crunch, crunch.

The northern land is covered in white snow year-round, but on days like today when snowflakes fall, the ground is covered with especially fluffy and soft snow.

After the snow falls, being the first to leave footprints on the pristine, pure white snowfield where no one has walked before… yes, it made me feel like an astronaut who first set foot on the moon. That’s why I always loved snow.

Rustle, rustle.

That fact didn’t change even after I was reborn in this other world, which I was seeing for the first time in my life. It remained the same even after a wolf tail as big as my body grew on my backside, and perky wolf ears sprouted on my head.

Let alone gender. It was perfectly fine.

Stomp, stomp.

I crept forward and stepped onto the pure white snowfield. Small footprints were left behind along the path I had taken.

And, something vibrating precisely under my right foot.

My ears perked up.

“Kkang!!!”

I leaped high into the sky and buried my face in the snow.