Redhawk Caldera In Germany Before the War

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The wind blew down from the northeastern Canadian wilderness. The winter storm was unrelenting and temperatures dropped well into the negatives with its wide sweep. The corpses of lesser beings who fell to nature's power were lost beneath mounds of snow. Forgotten as the world continued to turn; a testament to the futility of their short and meaningless lives. Along the eastern borderlands of the Caldera, Whip unearthed a doe from one such mound. Frozen and doomed to die a death of abject weakness, she had been abandoned by her herd. She would serve some purpose however, if Whip deemed her fit.

Though snow-blind and covered with a thin veneer of ice, Whip wasn't bothered by the cold. To say otherwise, would be an admission of weakness. Weakness that he had long since abandoned -- killed, like that poor girl in Themiscyra. He nosed the body with an exploratory poke, brushing snow away as he went.