You walk for what feels like hours without meeting anyone. Snow of the Rain was right, no one comes here and probably no one lives here. What an odd thing to have in a Wood that is supposed to be a refuge. But, then, you reason, the Wood might be expecting some kind of new comer who needs the cold.
"Psst, you," says a small voice.
You look down and see, although barely, a small white bunny rabbit. "Hey, good old Yoyachi here. I've got a present for a wanderor. Tell me, are you a wanderor?"
Tell her you are a wanderor
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