The snow came down in rushes of cold, biting wind, and Bamboo’s eyes flitted around as she tried to see through the white fog of the blizzard— to figure out where in the world she was— but she couldn’t make out anything through the bellowing winds. Their eyes were frosting over, and their chest ached from the frigid air.

It was cold. So, so cold.

She didn’t know how it had already reached down through their fur, but it had. Every movement she made felt stilted, like her very bones were turning to ice.

She couldn’t feel her body, but she knew her legs were crumbling beneath her as she silently collapsed into the snow. All she could do was lay there, and wait as her vision faded away along with any coherent thought left in her mind.