The jungle does not forgive blindness and ignorance. Each broken branch tells a story.

I've hunted all the creatures in this jungle. I'm sure there's no challenge left, but now, there's a new visitor. Its footprints are the size of a fanged lord; Its claws are like scimitars. It can tear people in half. Finally came across valuable prey.

As I tracked my prey through the jungle, I started to see the havoc this guy was wreaking havoc. I stepped into a strange ring of cracked trees. These massive wooden guards have stood on the land for countless years, their iron bark that once rendered helplessness for fools with broken axes who wanted to cut them down. This guy is pulling them away like a twig.

How could a creature of this power level disappear so easily? Yet, even though it left behind this conspicuous path of destruction, I still couldn't see where it was. How could it come out like a hurricane and then dissipate into the jungle like morning mist?

I excitedly look forward to finally standing in front of this creature. It will become a huge collection.

As I walked through the clearing, I followed the sound of a stream to reorient myself. Then I saw a little thing with orange fur curled up, waiting. I looked at it from a distance. A small fish jumped out of the stream, and the creature pounced on it, happily diving into the turbulence. To my delight, I realized that it was a yodeler. Still a hunter, that's all!

It was a wonderful adventure. The beast will be found. Nothing escapes my prey.

The yodeler's big ears pricked up, and then they faced me. He was running hand and foot on the ground, holding a bone force marker in his hand, and quickly stopped in front of me. He spoke indistinctly.

I nodded appreciatively to the young yodeler and continued my adventure. I easily traversed the different terrains, trying to catch any trace of my prey. While I was trying to capture the smell of it, my attention was distracted. I was startled by the strange chirps. The yodeler was following me. I can't let him interfere with my hunt. I faced him and gestured into the distance. He looked at me quizzically. I'm going to be more direct, and I don't care about his wonderful adventures.

I craned my back, and let out a roar of rage, the wind whipping at the yodeler's fur, and the ground trembling beneath my feet. After a few seconds, he turned his head away, and with what I thought was a smile, he lifted his pull-back marker. It can't be put off any longer. I snatched the weapon from his hand and expertly threw it onto the tree, nailing it to a high branch. He turned to get it back, jumping wildly.

I had only walked ten paces before I heard a roar that shook my spine. The deafening cracking of stone and wood echoed everywhere. Ahead, a huge tree blocked my path. The yodel's bony weapon had just fallen out of the trunk.

An eerie growl sounded behind me.

I made a terrible mistake.

Long before Freljord got its name from the snow and ice, there was a land of wonders—at least, in Nar's eyes.

As a yodeling child with boundless energy, Nar and others of his kind live openly among the strong people of the northern tribes. Although he was short enough to leave footprints in the snow, he had a temper ten times the size of a beast, and would curse and spat out a barrage of expletives whenever he noticed anything wrong. Therefore, he still preferred to be close to a larger and more intelligent creature, who had always kept their distance from mortals. To Nal, they looked like oversized white-haired yodelers, and that was enough to satisfy him.

While the human tribes were picking wild berries and lichens on the ice sheets, Nar was collecting more important things, such as rocks, pebbles, dead birds with mud, and so on. And his most precious treasure is a mandible of a wild boar in Guvasque. As he dug the bone out of the icy earth, he let out a happy scream and threw it farthest away.

It flew back and landed two paces away.

This small success made his heart flutter, and Nar would take his "boomerang" with him wherever he went. The world struggled to offer him new treasures—glittering cords, sweet honeydew, round things—but nothing could compare to the joy of throwing and retrieving his precious weapon. Now he considers himself a hunter, tracking down the herds of beasts that ignore him.

But even he felt that the land was changing. The sky seemed to darken. The wind seems to be getting colder. Mortal tribes used to forage together, but now they hunt separately.

The Great White Yodelers should know what to do. Nar should go to them.

With all his hunting skills, he followed them up to the top of a great mountain, running faster than ever. His approach went unnoticed by anyone, and he saw countless mortals. It was so exciting, but it didn't seem like everyone else was happy about it.

Then the earth began to shake and cracked a big ditch. For the first time in his life, Nar saw that everyone but himself seemed to be throwing a tantrum. The mortals were shouting. The big yodelers were roaring too.

But the monster's arrival silenced them all.

A monster rose from the abyss that had just cracked, its huge horns, its tentacles flapping, its one-eyed open, and the burning light that made the fur behind Nar's back stand upside down. Some of the mortals fled at the sight of this, and Nar felt a strange pain in his chest - like it made him think of losing his boomerang, or never being able to be hugged again. This horrible thing wants to hurt his new friends.

So he was angry. At that moment, Nar was really angry.

All he had in his eyes was the monster. In an instant, he jumped into the air and flew towards it. Holding a snowball in one paw...... Or rather, what he thought was a snowball. In fact, he was holding a boulder that had been dug out of the side of the mountain, for Nar had grown as big as the Great White Yodelers. He's going to let this monster go back and forth and tell it by smashing its face!

But he never managed to smash it out this time. Nar felt a chill colder than winter, as if it was about to freeze the air into ice—an elemental magic that froze him in place, piercing through his unkempt hair. Everything around them, including the monster, was silent. The power and anger of this yodeler melted and dissolved. A deep tiredness crept into his limbs, and he fell into a soft sleep.

Nar took a long nap. When he finally woke up, shook the frost off his shoulders, and gasped for breath with great difficulty, the others were all gone. With no monsters to fight or friends to protect, he once again felt small and lonely.

The land has also changed. There was snow everywhere, and there was a white blanket everywhere he could see. Still, when he saw his beloved boomerang beside him, he let out a cheerful cry and trotted with the boomerang in search of something to hunt.

Even now, Nar had no idea what had happened on that fateful day. He was just amazed by the world in front of him, with so many new things to collect and so many places to explore.

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