Lily's memory began with snow in a cold winter.
She could not remember the name of the place, the location of the mountain, and the country she was in at the time. She could not even remember the face of her adopter. All she could recall was that she woke up by the side of a hut in the middle of a forest, and that year was freezing.
In the cold winter season, on the snow-covered mountains, where snow was weighing down the century-old trees and had erased the sleigh marks on the ground, she was awakened by a gust of cold wind on blanket and straw mat in a kennel.
A group of furry pups was squirming beside her.
