Loki plodded through the snow, desperate to find some sort of shelter from the blizzard. She had panicked when it began and worked herself into a frenzy, dashing through unfamiliar territory until she became exhausted. After collapsing and laying on the ground for a few minutes, she forced herself to continue. She was not prepared for this kind of weather, she had not had a good meal for days. The only thing really keeping her going was the cold, the horrible cold. She couldn't stand the cold. If she was going to die, it couldn't be in the cold.<br/><br/>And then she had spotted the cave. It gave her a burst of energy, a glimmer of hope, and she started to push against the snow, desperate to reach this place of sanctuary. When she finally reached the cave she crawled in as far as she could before collapsing onto the ground, too weak and cold to shake off all the snow. She curled up into a tight little ball, shivering nonstop. She kept her eyes closed as if somehow it could help the cold go away. Her nose almost felt numb, she was thinking too much about the cold, too much to really notice the strong scent of wolf in the cave.