It was cold. It was always cold. And colorless. And dull. And lonely. And there was Savva standing on his froze hill overlooking his lands. The large giant of a kirin huffed a frosted sigh. Molodoy was hunting leaving him alone. She had been going deeper and deeper into his lands as of late for hunting and all Savva could do was wait for her to return and curb his emotions.
"Vhy do I feel this?" Savva rumbled in anger. His tail thrashed and he kicked up a good bit of ice to expend some of his energy. As both his mind and the effect of his temper settled, he saw a black splotch in his ivory frost. Keeping his large body as low to the ground as he could, the kirin stalked up to the dark spot which turned out to be a soq.