The rocks above suddenly break apart and fall in front of you.

No... The baddies will take me away ... and feed me to the Red Monster...

Hmmm...

Endmin... The boy refuses to move.

Encouragement...

Courage... Aha!

How about we rest a little? You like stories?

During my first hunt training, Nonno Rozzan told me a story about a wolf cub.

So, Your Majesty, once we finish the story, we shall keep traveling.

This is a very old story told in the Pack.

Once upon a time, a wolf cub grew up alone in the forest. It ruled the woods. The little critters were all its prey. The river was all there for it to drink. It lived a carefree life.

Many years passed ... and the wolf cub felt that no forest beast was its equal.

A fiercer beast...

Oh yes. But the wolf cub growled back, "I'm the strongest here!"

So the wolf cub followed the long-ear to a cave...

I don't believe it. There are no beasts like that...

Then a long-ear entered the forest and fell into the wolf cub's jaws. But right before it was eaten, the long-ear blurted out that it had seen an even fiercer beast.

The long-ear said, "Its shape and voice are terrifying. Its form can hide the sun, and its roar can shake the lands."

Oh, you can stand now. Good. I'll continue the wolf cub's tale.

Please go on!

AAHHH... No! I don't want to go this way no more!

There's no Red Monster here. Only Red Rossi.