[As he stepped back, he muttered a quick prayer for the fox. He held it in one arm and he put his bow away so he could draw out his sword.

Admittedly, a dead animal and a small child looked like easy prey. The beast rushed out, its stealth sacrificed for a vicious attack. To Ico, it looked like the snowy hills had gained life and claws. The polar bear struck at them with its massive paws.]