Bramblepoint Forged from the ashes

Contemplating about the weather, while sitting in front of a freshly killed yet otherwise hardly touched rabbit, was not something Birk often did and yet today was different. Having had many generations of tough wolves that had called the vast ice fields their home, behind him, he possessed a very peculiar skill, which he refered to as "snow sense". The moment the weather was about to change for colder and therefore for worse, he had this inkling feeling that made him both serious and restless. While not yet visible, Birk knew, what was coming his way. 

To say that he was disappointed was an understatement, he had grown used to the mild climate and easy life here, and like so many others, who hate to have their comforts in life taken away from them, he loathed the fact that he would not be able to outrun the winter. It had tricked the young ice giant and he could almost hear it hiss... "Wait for it?" Birk furrowed his brow, when he realized that the figurative hiss was actually a real one. "Who is there?!" he yelled, not realizing that between him and the other wolf stood only a thick and reasonably large bush.