Moonrain howled as wind shook her snow covered fur, she was cold, her fur coat was enough to keep her alive, for now. She needed a brook, to keep warm with, the warm bodies of others would help each other keep warm. That was what she learned from her siblings. She howled again as the breeze grew stronger, she couldn't help but smell blood. Blood of a small penguin that rested in the snow, she leaped off her feet and bolted towards the smell, but stopped in the sight off two wolf-like creatures leaving into the woods, she shivered, if she was attacked, it was two against one. But a wolf looked, incredibly powerful, a lovely coat of fur, perfect eyes. Moonrain shook her head, as the smell she was following was gone. Moonrain looked around for something to hunt, but there was no one other than the two characters.