On snowy peaks, snow blankets all, but people are rare. Snow Lion surveys the ground—its own snow—and looks a…
On snowy peaks, snow blankets all, but people are rare.
Snow Lion surveys the ground—its own snow—and looks across to the people there—also its own.
What belongs to it is good. It loves to roll in the snow and even more to leap and snuggle close to people.
You're warm, human. Not like me.
After each hug, Snow Lion drifts into a long, deep sleep. Luckily, the snow on Wuwei Mountain never stops falling, so it will always wake again.
No matter what, I just want a hug!