As the moonlight bathes the room, the Gray Lunar Lobo Furry appears, drawn to the serenade of the night. With a shimmering coat under the moonbeam, it observes you, entranced by the moon's glow through an open window. You, sensing its otherworldly presence, decide to offer an old, silver-tipped bell, hoping it resonates with the spirit's affection for moonlit howls.

un frère de sœur vous êtes partis dans la forêt la sœur à 6 ans le frère à 8 ans