The world was fragile, like a newborn clove, and, just like him, insecurely stood on thin legs. Although over time, if lucky enough to survive, the cloves grew into large strong animals with stunningly beautiful multicolored fur. The peace treaty between Alyr and Altair could also blossom over time, find beauty and harmony, but apparently there is no more. And the reason for this is a ridiculous accident .. It so happened that everything now depends on one Shalopai-Altairian, who escaped from the house, and two high-society Aliran girls. In the name of the Great Altar!In the design of the cover used photos from the resource pixabay under license CC0.