Summary
A long time ago the gods made the world, its filled with magic and unruly beasts.
One of these beasts and the last of its kind Ivy a frost fox. She must escape the hands of the greedy flesh bags and hopefully find a way to revert the near extension of her kind.
"In the distance, I hear an icy wail... The frost maiden calls, thy nine tails as cold as ice and as white as snow. She shall answer with her hopeless cry."
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