Blackfeather Woods winter has come

The icy chill of winter brushed against his coat with long, bony fingers in an attempt to perhaps send a prickling sensation to ripple down his spine. But he had no warmth to share, his body already colder than any weather, and so the sudden fall of winter hardly affected him. While it held a tight grip across the land, chasing away the prey and even some predators alike, it failed to grasp him in its frigid hold.

A peculiar sound suddenly struck his ears, puncturing through tactile silence. It caught Snake's attention immediately, causing him to abandon his walk and instantly swivel upon his very paws, his wiry body twisting abnormally as he swiftly made his way toward the direction of the call. With greatest haste, long forelimbs swiftly scraped the ice-crusted earth to escape the shadows of frosted timber only to be devoured by the tunnel's gaping maw. Pressing deep into the labyrinth's bowels, green eyes sweeped left and right, and the obsidian pelted devil couldn't hold back the twisted grin that curled over his maw. Black tongue was silent however, not a single word uttered from inky lips.