The girl's torch flickered from the bursts of wintry wind, with the possibility of getting extinguished at any second.
The girl waved the torch and walked backward to the boy's side, finally seeing his appearance.
His large eyes were very spirited and his skin was fair. Unfortunately, the corner of his eye was scratched, but thankfully, his eyeballs weren't injured. Also, it was winter, so it wasn't too treacherous.
"We'll walk toward the cave. My grandpa's there…" he girl said to the boy.
"I… I can't walk…" The boy shook his head. He struggled to stand up, but it was a futile effort.
The girl immediately knelt down and supported his arm with one arm while keeping her hold on the torch with the other, continually brandishing it toward the wolf that was prepared to leap toward them any second.
"Worriless."
Suddenly, the elderly man slowly walked out of the cave and looked at the girl with a tinge of displeasure.
