[color=lightblue]"Now this feels a little more like home."[/color]

The wolf padded softly through the snow, hands in the pockets of his jacket as he whistled a slow, cheerful tune. On another aimless journey after helping the Dreamers, he had stumbled upon this icy world and had decided to give it a look see. After all, nothing appealed to an ice elemental more than a world full of what he was made of. However, the one thing that bothered him was that for the whole few hours that he'd walked in a straight line, he'd seen no one.

No signs of life. A depressing thought, one that mellowed his thoughts of a perpetual winter wonderland for him to fool around in.

The area he was in had little trees; most of the greenery had most likely succumbed to the unending cold. What little plants and trees remained were evergreen, their spines keeping themselves green and lively through the infinite winter. The air was not cold enough to freeze what water he'd seen, but it was cold enough to bite through his fur like a knife.

As his sneakers crunched through the snow, he looked around. No snow fell, and as far as the eye could see the plains were a dull white, dim light filtering through the dark clouds that masked the sun.

Then, a noise. Footsteps, crunching on ice and snow.

Quietly, he hid behind the trunk of a nearby tree, pressing himself as flat as he could down into the snow. He drew upon the ice within himself, freezing the snow up against his entire form until it camoflaged himself against the ground, save for his eyes that gleamed from a little slit in the snow. From there, he watched and waited, ears peeled for the footsteps as he looked for their source amidst the snow and ice.