Shadow stopped in the blizzard and lowered his head. Something was going to happen. He could feel it. His eyes were chrome... he could feel the blissful sting of it. It was refreshing, powerful. Shadow closed his eyes. He saw a vision. It was a sight of a wolf... in some sort of clearing? It seemed like a cave, but Shadow was unsure. He hadn't seen a cave around for a while.<br/><br/>The wolf was in danger. He knew it, he felt it. Shadow's attitude underwent a metamorphosis. He had one contention now, and he knew what he had to do. Shadow ran swiftly back towards the line he'd come from. This wolf was going to die, and he needed to save it; whatever the cost.<br/><br/>Shadow's eyes glistened as he seemed to gallop through the snow, effortlessly and swiftly, towards this feeling he had. He hoped this feeling would lead him to the cave.