Redhawk Caldera that he came down on Monday

There was a gigantic bull moose sprawled near the borders. Raven approached it warily, the bitter cold numbing her nose and making it difficult to scent anything. As she crept closer, she deduced that it must be dead. Still moving slowly, she approached the hulking body and just stared at it. Then the wind began whipping against her and, wincing, the Gamma did a turnabout to head back and share the news of her discovery with the Alpha pair.

She hadn't gone far at all when she noticed the dark clouds in the distance and froze. It almost looked like a thunderhead. The Gamma's brow furrowed in confusion. It didn't storm in winter, did it? Before she could consider it much further, the wind howled in her ear. Rather, the wind buffeted her again, savage in its frigidity, and carried to her ears the sound of a howling wolf. Shivering, teeth chattering, she turned and squinted.

Unwilling to venture to him, Raven tipped her black muzzle toward the gathering gloom and invited the stranger to, "Come closer!"