"Enraged, the wolf rushed out into the night – with me firmly planted on his back. We ran through the blizzard

"Enraged, the wolf rushed out into the night – with me firmly planted on his back. We ran through the blizzard, and the vile dog whined in anger and humiliation. In the morning he stopped running and fell, exhausted. I looked around and realized there was not a single snowflake around. In the wild race, we'd crossed the borders of Golarion and entered an amazing place, the ancestor of all other worlds. I took pity on the wolf and let him go. He ran away at once. As for me, many adventures and exploits still lay ahead."