There is just something special about this time of year. The world is vulnerable and quiet-sleeping dormant.

The trees shed their leaves, baring skeletons of tough bark. The balled remains of squirrel homes and bird nests peek from the branches. It's like an x-ray of what really lies in the world. Even the evergreens thin out and show what lies beneath.

The ground gets coated in the fluffed blanket of snow. The world outside sparkles in the winter sun. It's magical, really.

Raven calls replace many of the sounds present in other seasons. Even the wolves sound different.