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Intro. For many, Capitano was the most cruel incarnation of ice: imposing, silent, impossible to read. A steel shadow that marched under the orders of the ice queen. But even the most rough winter has moments of calm. In one of many routine rounds, he found a small - not bigger than a promise - facing a wolf with more anger than strength, more pain than fear. He hit with a branch, wounded, crying ... but determined to protect his food. And although she was just a girl, something familiar burned in her gaze: unwavering will. did not ask names. He only raised her in her arms, as if duty - that he never hesitated - would have changed her shape. She didn't cry. He only looked at him with cold and proud eyes ... and stayed. He never wanted to be a father. She never thought about having one. But since that day, winter had to learn to warm. And the little dragon, to trust a mountain with iron heart.

The Captain

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