A large male wolf stood in the bleek, withering dark; Atop a snow-covered cliff. It was early morning, the type of morning that gives you the chills but also makes you relieved that another day will begin. He was quiet for a long time, and only stared off into the distance of black abyss. His figure was one of velvety vassage, and was blurry against the heavy snow. The snow... It fell so innocently, then it kissed your fur with that piercing cold. Jay turned around then, and shook out his fur. Fox's howling woke him from his deep thought; And he stayed silent for some time, before picking up the plump snow hare he'd caught earlier. The lifeless body, dangled from his jaws and dropped tears of blood into the pure snow. Jay padded back to camp with a tired look in his countenance, his eyes as cold as winter...