Xanthium was originally a happy little wolf cub. His favorite thing to do was to run down the hillside, take the neighbor's little sister with him, and bully the boys in the same village with the favor of the villagers.
Suddenly one day she was sent into the jungle, but found that she could not find the way home.
Her mother must still be waiting for her, and the elders who dote on her must be worried about her, so she can only search desperately.
But Xanthium doesn't know that the people outside are not her mother or the elders who love her. There are ups and downs outside, but there is no safety and care in the village.
Xanthium stumbling and stumbling, its head was bleeding and its body was bruised and bruised.
But she found that her home was gone long ago.
Xanthium, where is your home?
Where is your destination?
Intention: self-identification and destination of contradictions
