A form appeared from the whiteness of the snowscape. It was enormous, and only its movement betrayed its position at first. Its fur was the same shade as the snow, and the trees were dark and black as the wolf's nose and lips. It opened its maw as if to speak, and its eyes opened, revealing terrifying golden orbs. Though no sound came from the wolf, the spirit of man understood what he was being told. Just as soon as the wolf appeared, it turned and walked through the trees and disappeared into the blank whiteness of the snowscape.