A half-starved fox was limping towards the outskirts of the sprawling grey city over which the storm spread its black and ragged wings. It stopped to sniff at the wind and read the warnings and signals. But its anguish was so great that if the world were to end it would not have minded. It limped on. The fate of the elf-troll Little Fur, becomes entangled with the mysterious fox, Sorrow, who longs...