RANDOM EVENT
Oh boy, it's cold.
And the Fangs, they go on and on and on. And there's something there, maybe, at the opening they wish to wander down. Something small, and white, and fluffy.
It roars at them. It's pathetic.
There's a little lost Ursur cub in the way of the opening on the left!
And the Fangs, they go on and on and on. And there's something there, maybe, at the opening they wish to wander down. Something small, and white, and fluffy.
It roars at them. It's pathetic.
There's a little lost Ursur cub in the way of the opening on the left!
