You walk on a frozen valley a soft snowfall blanketing the valley. Large mountains show in the distance as snow covered fir trees came occasionly. You sigh peacfully as you enjoyed your walk. You look up and to your surprise you see a fiery blur zoom past. Being curious to what it was you run after it.

After a while the blur landed on a cliff. You quickly climb up and gasp. It was a lutari. His fur matched the snow and his wings shown. A small bell tied around his tail rung as he landed. The fire you saw was accually his fiery paws. His face was in a scowl as he saw you.

Why did you follow me?" he asked madly. "Well...-," "Let me guess you were curious?" You nodd silently. "Well, alright. I'm Spirit, I'm the Spirit of the Artic."

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