Chanyeol was shocked at what he had just blurted out. He did not knew if it was true or whatsoever because the certainty in his voice sounded too convincing - even to himself. The words just came out of nowhere. He was having trouble sorting out the conflicting feelings and thoughts which were crossing his mind. Somehow, all of these feelings which were scattered inside of him seemed to be connecting once again - piece by piece. Why did it feel so vivid yet at the same time so-... so vague?

Just out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the mysterious man nodded and his vision began to blur. Was he the one doing this?! Had he placed some sort of spell or binding on him?! Chanyeol did not know. He could not even make a proper assumption because of the horrible ringing in his ears and the throbbing pain in his head.

The werewolf closed his eyes and wailed in pain. It was too much for him to bear. Chanyeol threw himself to the ground, yet his skin burnt upon contact with snow. What in the world was going on?! It had never happened before! He was mentally begging for it to stop. The pain and everything, he just wanted them to go away.

Why was this happening?! He was fine just a moment ago, but something triggered this agonizing pain. Just for a little bit, the ringing in his ears quieted down and he could once again hear Kyuhyun's voice.

"... For ten years the fox waited at the top of that lonely mountain..."

The ringing returned all of a sudden in high monotonous pitch and his blurry vision flashed into a hazy white scene.

The blizzard showed no sign of stopping as the nightfall. He silently watched from within the dead woods while the little red fox struggled through the snow. He had been observing it for quiet awhile now. Tao had been summoned to attend a serious matter and had requested that he - who had saved the fox - to watch over it while the wolf was away.

He never understood the reason the fox chose to remain waiting for the day that Tao would return. It was pointless and the weather up here would not tolerate the fox very long. Also, the fox would not live past another five years anyway. Its lifespan was just too short. He sighed and turned his back to leave. Why was he even doing this anyway?

Before he could took another step away, he heard a sorrowful cry - half muted by the harsh wind. He closed his eyes and cursed. Why did it had to be so troublesome? He sighed in resignation and drew a circle on the snow. The outline of the shape began to glow when he had finished drawing. He waited until the light soften its glow before leaving his paw prints right in the center of the circle.

As he lifted his paw away, the snow began to swirl in circle and slowly rose upward in a spiral column. Once the snow had dispelled, small fragments of ice were seen levitating before him. They were not just pieces of ice. Each o