Arkain, an 8 foot antho-lizard, slowly pushes his way through the waist deep snow. He was with a expedition looking for fossilzed remain of mythical creatures like dragons and such and got separted from the group. The wind is whiping the snow around burning his eyes. His WInter gear is no longer keeping him warm. He can bearly feel his body hes so cold. He knows hes got to find shelter or hes going to die. He keep fighting forward his hand following a rock wall. Suddenly the wall disappears and he falls and rolls into a cave. He picks his hear up. His vision very blury but he can tell hes in a cave. He struggles to crawl forward to  get shelter from the wind then he collapses out cold from exuastion.