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What's going on here, Sommer?

I dunno either! I was just driving my truck when the engine blew a gasket, then I noticed this kid lying down by the road. Scared the hell out of me! Thought I hit her.

She fainted out in the wilds on her lonesome, kept saying she was looking for someone in a red hoodie.

I couldn't just leave her out there, so I brought her back here...

Looking for me? I've got no idea who she is, though.

Seems like an unlucky loner to me. Think we can let her stay in our camp? Considering how busy we've been lately, having another pair of hands would be nice.

You know every member of the association has to go through a strict background check, Sommer.

An Infecte—person of unknown origin like her... What if she has something to do with the famiglie?

*sigh*...

The doctor said her condition's stable, so once she's up, send her on her way.

A-Alright then.

This ragazza sfortunata sure is holding that knife of hers real tight. Someone might get hurt. Let's get that off her—

Don't touch me!

You're awake.

You—!

Lyudmila looks at the woman standing in front of her, and gives her bleary eyes a good knead or two.

Sorry... Where am I?

Nuova Volsinii's Truckers' Union.

Oh, so you saved me... Thanks.

Don't mention it. Our members aren't the type to leave an unconscious girl to fend for herself in the wilds. But now that you're awake, we can't help you much further than that.

We'll give you something to eat, but you'll have to go after you're done. See her fed, Sommer.

Thanks for the help. I'll be going, then.

No need to rush, youngster.

I wanted to ask you something, just to be safe... You're not with a famiglia, are you?

...It's been many, many years since I last heard that word.

Figured. You don't look like the sort who would have anything to do with them.

Don't worry about it too much, Eirene's just real worried about wise guys getting their claws into the association. She's got a lot on her mind, so it's not like she has it out for you specifically.

She was the one who paid for the doctor to give you a checkup when I brought you back here, even.

Thanks. I get it, I'm not going to cause you guys trouble.

I just need some time to think... about what I should do next.

Know how to drive?

I've driven a truck in Ursus. Does that count?

Red.

A quiet whisper, and at the same time, an equally-gentle caress.

Like leaves gently falling on grass, the wind that reaches the leeward slopes of the wilds is free of danger.

Once, surrounded by whispers and caresses like this, she slept. She grew.

On Rhodes Island, none dared treat her this way. None <i>could</i> treat her this way, not even Kal'tsit.

...Grandma?!

Can't you see clearly anymore, Grandma?

Like I told you before, my eyes were devoured by wolves. These glasses are just for show.

Only once their eyes are gouged out and placed back into Grandma's sockets can I see you again, Red.

Can't you give me a hug, Grandma?

My arms were swallowed whole by wolves. You must chop off their limbs and bring them to Grandma so I can hug you again.

Can't you teach me how to sing again, Grandma?

I do wish to continue teaching you, but the wolves are always howling, and I dare not startle them.

Why did you take so long to find me, Grandma?

There are simply too many wolves, Red. They are hiding themselves along the side of the road. You must cut off their hides and make Grandma some clothes with them.

*sob*...

Are you really going to disappear, Grandma?

That depends on if you can help Grandma, my sweet child.

I... I found a wolf in Lungmen, a fake one. But she had the smell of a true wolf on her.

I haven't found anything new since then...

Well, actually, I haven't been looking, Grandma.

Oh, I don't blame you, Red. You're the most well-behaved, kindest child in all the land.

I'm not. I passed out on my first wolf hunt. I was too weak. Kal'tsit found me in the grass and saved me.

When I was with her, she told me about a lot of things I didn't know about.

What is 'protection'? What is 'murder'? What is 'suffering'? What is 'happiness'? What can I <i>learn</i>? What can I <i>do</i>?

There's a lot of questions, and they're all really hard. I don't get them.

'Suffering'? 'Happiness'?

It's all because I didn't take good care of you. On the contrary, it's <i>me</i> who needs <i>your</i> help...

If you are unhappy, child, you can stay on Rhodes Island.

I don't have much time left. You can forget Grandma, forget your life as a wolf hunter...

Red opens her eyes.

The windows and door to her room are shut tight. Not even a wisp of wind can find its way inside.

This is the third time this night she has awoken to the same dream.

Grandma needs me...

(Wiggles ears forcefully)

I promised Kal'tsit. If I want to leave Rhodes Island, I need to tell her.

But Kal'tsit's not here. She went to a place called Tremons or something. A city far, far away.

I should wait—No, I can't wait. Grandma can't wait.

(Sniffs in alarm)

I smell a wolf.

Not many true wolves left. They're here.

Hurting Grandma is just a 'game' to them.

And the rules of <i>my</i> game says I should kill them.

...Grandma is still waiting for me.

<p=2>November 5th, 1100 3:17 P.M.</>

'For this extraordinary night, I sharpen my claws!'

'For a swift hunt, I bare my fangs!'

'For unrestrained festivities, I fight to the very last!'

'Only when the last one of us stands can the game reach its end!'

'Why are we this way?'

'Because we are wolves!'

The acting is pretty meh, but it's always nice to support street art! Check out these lights, n' the decor! And those tunes—

Emperor? What are you doing here?

Hey, you here too, ain't you, wolf pup?

A party like this needs a genius artist like me! No shit I'm here!

Take a good look, Agnese, these kids know a party way better than you.

Did you come here for the party or for Agnese?

Agnese might've taught you a lot, kid, but did she never tell you a party's a good place to see old friends?

Emperor here with that hyper-killer stare♪ Friends list full at one hundred no matter where♪ ...Grab a gun, shoot you dead, he don't care♪ Whad'dya think?

You're just singing random words...

Improvisation! It's called improv, girl! Agnese, don't tell me you didn't teach your kid what kinda music the people crave!

Don't bad-mouth her! Agnese's amazing, she taught me way nicer songs than yours!

Oh yeah? What else does she teach you?

Lots of things! How to light a fire, how to find places to sleep, how to hold a bow, how to use a knife, how to hunt and how to bleed my prey afterwards!

Yeesh, what's with all the fightin' and killin'...?

She also taught me about which way the wind blows, what flowers smell like, how to talk to tuskbeasts.

She taught me how to talk to humans, and how to live with them.

Y'know, you might just have the gift of the gab there, unlike that red one. She says half a word n' folks is already on edge.