Wild Berry Meadow And that's called jazz!

Every few moments Yao rubbed his face to remove the snow that blinking could not. He was irritable in the weather, despising every moment that he spent in the blowing wind, though he could not urge his paws to walk any faster than he could manage at the moment. The wind was rather strong and the chill sapped away any energy he had left within him. He was a creature born for heat and sun, not cold and dark. Sun and snow he could handle, and he liked, but this? Miserable.

He heard a chuff and turned his head to the noise. From the snow a figure began to take shape. A wolf, like him, though almost completely white, save a few scars and marks on her body. He saw that the woman, though smaller than he, was older by a few years, and his first instinct was to speak the words of greeting to an elder. He bit back the words, which he knew would be unfamiliar to the woman — the few interactions he had outside of his birthplace had indicated to him that there were few who spoke his tongue outside of those he knew in the south. Common had no equivalent or at least none that he knew of. Instead he bowed his head to show his subordination to the older woman and an open invitation to join him.