*Blizzard*

The strong winds had picked up, blowing the powdery snow on the ground. Temperatures had dipped into the negatives of nearly fourty and fifty. The snow was continous, coming down in thick torrents that devoured away any tracks in the snow and it kept prey in its dens. The blizzard was a stationary front, remaining in place with only steady movement in the atmosphere to make it blow away.

By the time the blizzard let up, it had been nearly two weeks.

Snow Shoe

She had curled up with the rest of the pack for most of this blizzard. They had been unable to hunt and what not. She was skinny again and she finally got up and shook the powder off her and looked around.