Fenrir woke up from the rising sun shining in his face, he rolled on stretched out and sat up. It was getting colder and the Twilight Carnival was nearing. Every year Fenrir would travel to the Capital City, no matter where he had ended up that year. Fenrir stretched his arms again and crawled out of his sleeping bag “I remember seeing a little lake on my way here” he said to himself while packing his stuff into his backpack. And so he walked back to the lak...
