One day has passed and the cold wind continues to blow, the wolf's body covered in thick layers of snow. A week has passed and the winds halted its aggression, the wolf's body is already 6 feet below of what is now a mound of snow. A calm after the storm— the towering tree began to glow in bright azure particles. As if fairies have come to play around this gigantic tree, chuckles can be heard around it. The azure particles began to form a circle around the tree and morphed into what seems to be a bright curtain of lights— an Aurora Borealis. Voices can be heard from these bright curtains. "We will save you" one voice whispered to the mound of snow. A bright azure dew dropped from the Tree's leaf, drilling through the thick layers of snow and hitting the week-old corpse of the wolf. As if magic was at play, as if the droplet exactly knew its destination. After this phenomenon, a few seconds have passed. The mound glows, as if the sun was inside that mound and glowed in bright blue color. The wolf rose from the snow, howling in pain from the metamorphosis its body is going through. First it grew human-like legs, human-like arms, its tail regressed inside its body, howls turned to moans and then the pain stopped. It looked around and noticed that everything within its field of view had melted. As if the sun focused its rays on that part of the forest for days, everything that was once frozen and white— has turned green and bright. "Beautiful" It muttered to itself.