Those little icons at the bottom are arranged so evenly and neatly, and then they forgot the last three - if they had only thought ahead, and not run willy-nilly into the wilderness to encounter the Pig-Goddess "keine", who weareth lipstick, from whom all life springeth.
Let he who reads this be a wolf!
In fact, I am sure that a wolf reading this will understand, and I should say no more, but let the black soot on everyone else's hands tell the tale. Ah, but this tale is written in green on black, and therefore, I must be the wolf!
