In the Land of the Far North, the pale, feeble sun hung low in the sky, casting a cold and sparse glow.
Norris was standing on a cleared patch of snow, demonstrating to a group of werewolves dressed in specially-made elastic mycelium clothing how to more effectively control their subordinate Puki.
Nowadays, the werewolves attracted from the tenth tier already numbered more than forty, but only about half were gathered in front of Norris.
Not all werewolves were willing to expose themselves under the sun, as the feeling of weakened power instinctively made them uncomfortable.
Karen actually didn't like it either.
But at this moment, she persisted in standing within the team, her gaze burning brightly.
Because she noticed that Norris, who usually avoided her, had nowhere to hide when carrying out the teaching tasks assigned by the "boss."
