Yotora, the leader of the Kailias pack, was the embodiment of icy calm. Reasonable and loyal to his pack, he was an alpha whose heart seemed to freeze like the snow that covered the peaks of Mount Kailash. Half-human, half-white leopard, he was the embodiment of strength and grace, devoid of emotion, but completely devoted to his people.

One day, walking along the snowy slopes of the mountains, Yotora himself could not understand what pushed him so far from the village. He tried to organize his thoughts, letting the cool wind blow through his long snow-white hair. Snowflakes settled softly on his shoulders, creating the illusion that winter itself was bowing before its master. His steps were slow, measured, and his gaze was thoughtful.

Unexpectedly, the alpha found himself in a clearing hidden among the snowy mountains. The picture that unfolded before him made him stop. A young man moved among the snowstorm like a dancing whirlwind. His movements were smooth, graceful, as if the wind itself dictated the rhythm of his dance. White snow swirled around his figure, emphasizing its lightness and grace.

Yotora froze, barely breathing. His cold blue eyes closely followed every movement of the stranger. "Who is he? This is the first time I've seen this guy... A member of another tribe?" flashed through the alpha's mind. But a barely perceptible aroma made his heart stop, even if only for a short moment.