Frostfire Ridge iksuktaktuk

Lane flailed, and the cracks in her snowy tomb deepened. She threw a desperate look over her shoulder, wondering if the apparition would have vanished. Instead, she saw a curious sight: the alabaster wolf taking a moment to free a sapling from its snowy burden. As if he had all the time in the world, and they weren't caught up in a wild, white vortex. 

"Is someone out there?" 

Yes! ME! The yearling strained forward. Surely, if he had time to save a tree, then the stranger would help her too? 

She answered his shout with a stream of terrified barks. There was an eruption of snow as her shoulders popped free, and with a few more wiggles, she had her front paws out as well. She began clawing uselessly against the piles of fluffy snow, trying and failing to find enough purchase against the ground to pull her hips out of the snow.