At the Northern Fort

The moment I jumped into the water, but I didn't feel the cold that my imaginary body would freeze. I was worried that my breathing would stop at too low a water temperature, but it seemed worrying.

Snowy floating pond. I'm sure it's because of my fur that I don't really feel the cold in the water when I get inside it.

Especially since the undercoat, which grows densely near the skin, keeps it from contaminating the water with air.

Since water does not touch the skin directly, the temperature will not be taken away immediately.

However, my body still feels different cold than on the ground and strengthens my muscles. Although I don't think the cold resistant snow spirits will ever freeze to death...

Move harder and harder with cold feet and keep dogging. I thought this moffy hair would get very heavy if I inhaled the water, but rather the fur containing air was acting as a floating wheel and it wasn't that hard to keep floating on the water.

The wild dog that followed me from behind stopped in front of the pond, as I expected. While drooling and leaking a low roar, my gaze circles around the urchin and pond without letting go of me.

I put my forelegs on the pond like scratching the water from time to time, but I never jump in and follow them whether I'm afraid of the water itself or if I feel danger for its cold. I just look over here in regret.

He escaped the crisis of being eaten by wild dogs for now, but the enemy doesn't seem to be willing to give up yet. As I continue to walk around the pond, I aim for the moment when I go up to land with a tiger's eye.

With such a wild dog on his ass, moving his short legs under the water, I swam to the center of the pond. I can't even reach the fangs of a wild dog with his neck stretched out here, and it's safer.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I kept moving my legs in the water but it was already getting sloppy because I was walking all I could until just now. But if you pull your mind out and stop moving, your nose tip will soon sink into the water. There may be a higher risk of drowning than frozen death.

Just give it up.

I saw enemies hoping so, but the hungry wild dogs seem a little or softly unwilling to abandon the capture of their prey.

It may look round and delicious, but my body is actually mostly hairy!

Within doing so, water also crept into my undercoat. When you feel that cold on your skin, you say, "Hih!" and a human squeal leaked. Even if it's cold resistant, it feels cold.

Gradually, fur becomes heavier and heavier. It feels like viscous mud sticks around your body.

My legs are tired and I'm losing strength scratching water.

Shit......! Shit, this!

With plenty of drowning, I desperately squeeze the air.

"There he is! There!"

—— and then.

It was the different knights who rushed earlier.

"It's the fox in the pond, isn't it? He said he recently lived here."

"I knew you were being chased by a wild dog"

With that said, a knight took a pile of snow on the ground, solidified it and threw it toward the wild dog. The other knights approach the wild dogs as they attack with snowballs in the same way.

He was hit many times with a hard snowball, and at first the roaring wild dog eventually surrendered as well.

He pulled his untrained gaze toward me, but ran in the opposite direction to the knights, and fled straight through the fence off the property.

But I can't afford to be happy with it.

The fur that sucked water is heavy as lead! Drowning, drowning!

"Look, come here!

A knight crouches in front of the pond and calls me. I wanted to get up to land early, too, so I thought I'd head over there, but hah, I checked the knight in front of me and hesitated.

Very tough, the guy with the beard......

"Hurry up! You're gonna drown!

I also have a low voice screaming that way, and I feel as if I'm being yelled at.

This guy, he looks scared!

The grown man's yelling is incredibly powerful. My big ear shook tingly. I don't want to go that way.

Once I was swimming towards land, I was afraid of the knight waiting there to change direction. Trying to get up from a different place.

He shows off his skilful swimming while scattering a splash, aiming to be the opposite of the knight with the beard.

but there was another knight ahead and waiting —— a boy head and a vicious eye-catching knight.

"Over here! Come up here!

I think I've seen a murderer with such a face on TV news in my previous life...

In the unsolicited image in me, I imagine a 'gorgeous beautiful young man' when it comes to knights, but all the knights around the pond today were muscular and yet poorly resembled. You look like nobody would know you're a knight if you weren't in uniform.

These people, I know they're good people —— they got rid of the wild dogs -- and they're just too compelling for their appearance.

"Look, come on!

Let's not peel off those eyes and scream. Scared, I said! I don't like low and loud.

I tried to change directions again, but was surrounded around the pond by tough knights who had five or six, unable to go up anywhere. He gets blocked on the escape route and circles around as he nearly drowns in the center of the pond.

"Why aren't you coming up?

"I'm afraid of your face."

"I'm sure your face is the same!

Stop fighting! Because we're all just as scared! Because it's a dorsal comparison!

"Hey, I brought you a stick that looks like it could be used!

and there was another gotten knight more. He has a long wooden stick in his hand as to what it was originally used for. And so he stuck me in the pond.

"All right, keep pushing!

"Nice!

Pushed with a stick, my body approached the opposite bank of the pond.

—— To the opposite shore where the murderer awaits...

(Grrr!!

I scratched the water with selflessness. I rush to escape the stick.

"Ah, here! Stay with me! Because I'm gonna push you to land!

I guess I was half panicked. He was chased by wild dogs, jumped into a cold pond, surrounded by cowamote men where he was in a state of excitement, and protruded with sticks......

Cowamote or whatever, but if you think calmly, I know these knights are trying to help me.

But I'm confused right now, and besides being an animal alert. Even if my life is a pinch, I can't jump into the arms of a stranger for help.

I was desperate to escape from the knights waiting around the pond and the sticks of trees pushing my body.

Swimming is no longer even dog friendly. Focus on staying in the center of the pond and putting your nose on the water by moving your hands and feet so that they just burst.

But he swallowed the water with the air many times already, and turned it hard. My throat hurts. I can't breathe properly.

My legs are tired, my body is heavy, and I think I'm going to sink now.

Mother!

I wanted to cry and raised my pity with Hin.

No more, the hair that sucked water is too heavy. You keep moving your legs, but your body won't float.

He sank more and more, his nose and mouth blocked.

I can't breathe. Painful.

My eyes, my head, my ears sank into the pond, and my little body was completely swallowed by water.

Oh, drowning --!

At that moment I had a hunch of death, but someone grabbed my back hair and pulled me up with strong force.

Ouch! I think, my interrupted consciousness returns. I thought so, now someone's hand turned to my stomach and pulled my body out of the water.

Puffiness, and inhales a lot of oxygen, spitting out geese and water instead. My hands and feet in sight were surprisingly thin. It's because of the wet hairs sticking around. None of the usual mofa feels like it's my own leg.

Whoever helped me walked all the way into the pond to the shore. Deep there, this pond has swallowed and wet all the way around his chest.

Oh, I can't believe we're going into a snowy, icy pond on such a midwinter night. Whatever I am, the spirit of snow, I wonder if humans can also have cardiac paralysis.

It's a very dangerous act, but you jumped in to help me?

I looked up to see who the courageous man who saved my life was.

Is it a chin bearded knight, or a murderer?

But what lit the moonlight was a tragic old wound running over his left eye.

- A knight of the eye.

He jumped into the cold pond and pulled me up.

I felt reassured when I saw his face, and at the same time I felt rude.

I knew this guy was a lot more of a hottie, too.