The snow had fallen all morning, giving the earth a new white coat. Feathery snowflakes fell from the sky, one after the other, gently and slowly at first, and soon all in unison. It didn't take long for the howling blizzard to drown out all other sounds, except for the strange noise coming from a nearby cave, where a mass of orange and blue was jumping up and down, swaying from side to side.

Nar was busy, and the world was a nuisance to him. He has been painting in the snow under this rock-formed haven, but what he paints is completely different from what he imagined. The young yodeler held a boomerang almost as tall as himself in his hand and spoke viciously to the ground.

"Shubanufa!" Nar said. This phrase has two meanings. Either he thinks Snow doesn't cooperate with him, or he wants to drink sweet milk. No one can tell the difference.

Jumping and jumping, Nar tumbled from one unfinished sketch to another, each drawing a scene familiar to him. Here, a group of free-spirited yodeers and icy northern tribes live happily together. Sometimes, the beast was a head taller than his kind. There were also times when Nar was much taller than everyone else. He never cared about the little details. His large eyes were fixed on his boomerang, and he guided it with his claws, making a slender trail that outlined a massive shape.

"Ona, Lega." Nar muttered to himself. The meaning of this phrase is that he does not want to be disturbed. In the past, others had confused this phrase with "Oga, Lega" and mistakenly thought that he wanted to hug very much.

Nar took the boomerang in his mouth, freed up his two front paws, and leaned down. His claws pick out pesky particles of dirt. His nose was on the ground and sniffing around, looking for any pests that roamed around and might ruin his paintings. Having achieved satisfactory results, Nar somersaulted backwards and retreated to look at his painting in the distance.

Snow Powder draws a one-eyed monster with huge tentacles the size of a mountain.

"Wow!" Nar said happily, the boomerang in his mouth falling to the ground. The monster was just right in horror - exactly as he had imagined. With a single tentacle, it can sweep away an entire group of Ernuks. With the movement of the other tentacle, you can grab a large handful of yukal, like grabbing a bundle of branches.

"Gana Road, Mo." Nar complained. Because if you look closely, it seems that his painting of Ernuk is a bit too much like Jukar. That's not going to work. He was about to revise his work when he suddenly stopped. His big ears were erected, and his purple ear sockets writhed alertly.

Footsteps approached from outside the cave in groups. Maybe it's the monster, maybe it's to express its displeasure with its own portrait.

Nar grabbed the boomerang and stood up on his two hind legs. "Nakotak!" He shouted, ready to face his enemies again. In fact, he was very excited. Ever since he woke up from a long nap, he'd been wondering where the monster had taken his friends. Now, he's finally getting his answer.

But what broke into his cave wasn't one eye, it had a pair of eyes.

It also doesn't have tentacles, but sturdy legs. It was covered in coarse fur, and the mane on its head and back was frozen into an ice crown. Its scarred face had a look of vicissitudes of resentment, most conspicuously two milky fangs and a pouting, short, thick nose.

This animal looks weird, Nal thought to himself.

The huge Guvasque boar walked into the cave with its heavy steps, and it could only see the comfort of the cave. It gasped and exhaled wisps of frost mist. Its hooves shook the ground, and the snow stirred up milky white spray. Within a few steps, Nar's work was all ruined.

"Rager! Wow! ”

Nar's boomerang hits the center of the boar's eyebrows. The vertigo boar shook his head, blinked rapidly, and howled angrily. Nar gasped frantically, raising his precious weapon high enough for the boar to find the source of the pain.

Like thunder and lightning clashing, a second furious roar erupted from the cave.

The boar and the yodeler scuffled and rolled out of the cave together, but the yodeler was obviously much larger. Now that Nar is bigger than his opponent, he punches the intruder with a huge double fist. Every punch he threw was infused with rage, punch after punch all against the boar's heavy fur.

The battle seemed to come to an abrupt end, when the beast somehow aimed its hooves at Nar's chest and kicked him away. Huge yodelers landed beside the cave, and large chunks of snow were piled up high. Nar's thorny back was exposed to his opponent, and in the dizziness he heard the sound of fluttering and the same hoof footsteps as he stepped on the winter dirt faster and faster.

Blizzard's cry was louder than before, as if Freljord was defending himself, ready to take the loss that was coming.

"Nar!" The giant yodeler roared and jumped away from the boar's charge. In an instant, he struck the boar on the back of the ass with his huge arms, causing it to crash into the rock wall at the entrance to the cave.

A feeble chirp pierced through the wind. The frozen boulder collapsed and fell on the boar, and everything fell silent.

Nar waded through the snow to the boar, its breathing short and rapid. He lightly touched the boar's limp body with his foot. There was no resistance.

He concluded that it must be asleep, but he couldn't understand why it was still open. Interestingly, the snow around the wild boar turned crimson red. It all seemed strange, but it wasn't the first time Nar had been intrigued.

A similar image flashed through his mind. Before his long nap, he had seen the different tribes shouting and throwing pointed sticks at each other. Their game looks exciting and tiring, and Nar will watch them hit one side with enough people lying asleep in red blood. They must be exhausted, like this strange, fanged yodeler.

Those memories of the past quieted Nar. He remembers waking up from a long nap when he thought the world had taken away everything he knew. His breathing slowed, his shoulders slumped, his limbs shrunk, and finally even he couldn't believe that the footprints he had stepped on a few seconds earlier.

The little yodeler rushed into the cave to retrieve his boomerang and held it tight with all his strength. Only this thing didn't leave him after a long nap.

Nar glanced at the boar. It rests and is quiet in bad weather. So he gently placed the boomerang on the ground and jumped back into the storm.

Blizzard continues to wreak havoc. Nal didn't care, but perhaps the sleeping boar did. He picked up as much snow as he could with his tiny paws, and then carefully covered the boar.

After all, it's sleeping, so it needs to be covered.