Description
The whirling snow dies down slightly, and I realise I'm in the heart of the storm. How had I survived? I glance down at the thick fur covering my legs. Well, maybe I just don't give my pelt enough credit. And then I see it. The Blizzard fox! Its brush is fluffed up, and its sharp crystal eyes stare straight at me. With one last glance at me, it turns and trots deeper into the storm. I follow it, my breath coming out in freezing puffs of air. As I near the fox, I notice it's standing there and watching me inquisitively. "Who are you?" I ask, but it doesn't make a sound. The fox is standing underneath an icy overhanging, and a flickering light glows dimly from inside a cave. The Blizzard fox tilts its head at me curiously, and then pads down the tunnel. A villain from the past. A sinister fox. A complex heritage. Fall doesn't know what she's in for when she goes on a quest to uncover the true identity of the foxes' hero, Grox. Accidentally making friends, enemies, and alliances, who knows what her true goal is anymore?
Prologue
