In the distance, the fierce wind howled, the biting cold wind wrapped with frost and snow the size of salt grains lashed the face, and the howling wind passed through mountain caves, emitting a sound like the roar of a ghostly spirit.
A musk ox slowly ambled through the half-bare woods covered in ice and snow, occasionally uncovering some grass roots and turf from beneath the increasingly thick snow to chew and eat.
This is a common creature of the cold lands, its dense brown fur is thicker than that of yaks found on high mountains, making it better at resisting the cold.
Its enormous size also gives these creatures the confidence to live freely in the wilds, even smaller packs of three or five Winter Wolves don't dare to casually hunt these large, intimidating beasts with their massive bodies and strong horns.
