Tempest
The wind howled over the frozen peaks of the Fe'gan Mountains, sweeping frozen shards of snow and ice down the rocky slopes. There were no signs of life in this barren place. Nothing dared wander through the mountains in the dead of night, especially through such an intense storm. Well, almost nothing.
A slynx prowled across the snow-packed cliffs that formed the northern pass. A thick layer of snow clung to her, making her almost invisible against the backdrop. If it were not for the density of her fur, she'd have frozen long ago. Not that she noticed much, she was quite used to it all. Though...she was slightly irked by this particular storm's presence. It had been raging for 3 days now, and all of the wildlife in the region was either dead or burrowed away in their little nooks under the snow, leaving this hunter with nothing to eat.
The local populations always had stockrooms for such occasions, so even now they sat nestled by their fires, unafraid of the conditions outside. After all, the mountains were a way of life. Everyone knew what it meant when the air grew still, everyone knew where to hide when the ground began to shake, and everyone knew that even the slightest change in the wind was warning of a storm. The animals were able to sense such things too, and had been long gone by the time the first clouds appeared.