Trudging through the whiteout, your fur pushed harshly backwards from the headwind, your paws numb. Nothing to be seen out-front, you keep moving forward all hope lost of finding shelter. You breach something broad, muscular, and what seems to be a tone of grey. You aren't entirely sure what it is, so you decide it was just some rock, so you kept on. Your tall ears perk as you hear a familiar sound, to be what seems like a growl. One of the forms to the right, staggering forwards, as it ascended at you, it's large teeth baring, blood stained. You shut your eyes tightly, preparing for pain.