Redhawk Caldera Snow Squalls

Tempest lay on her back, paws in the air, stareing at the moon. She couldn't sleep, something was keeping her from it. She growled, then began rolling around in the puffy snow aimlessly. However, unfortunatly for her, she came across a hill and began to pick up speed. Snow was everywhere, snow-sky-snow-sky-snow-sky-thump.

Tempest yipped as she hit a tree, one more big bruise to add to her many small ones. She clawed the tree in rage, then fastened it in a tree death-hold. Her teeth sunk only halfway into the ancient bark before coming to a stop. "If you wer a wolf, you would be so dead now." she growled at it between her teeth, so it really sounded like"irr urr wer a wholt urr oulg degh nou."

She tried to release the tree from her grip, but failed. Her teeth were frozen in the bark. Growling, she tugged again, but to no avail. She was stuck in a tree death grip. Groaning miserably, she staed at the tree with loathing.[/font]