It was a dark and stormy night in the Howling Pass, a Blizzard was moving in and a small Ferrikki was crawling through the deep snow trying to find some kind of shelter.
The only light she had to go by was the Aurora that shown above, as she snuck by a large polar bear she saw the opening to a ragged cave.
As she grew closer an icicle fell from the mouth of the cave almost crashing into her, with a screech of fright she ran farther into the cave.
After finally getting to safety the small Ferrikki looked around trying to deduct where she was. Scanning the cave she saw pictures carved into the wall, a Star was carved at the top under it there were carvings of Morkko surrounding a large tree that had strange items on it, under the tree there were boxes with bows. Beside them a snowman stood with a carved smile as it seemed to be standing guard by the tree. A sleigh like carving was to the side with two older figures beside it clutching presents to their chest as a nutcracker seemed to be stalking towards them.
Before she could try and figure out what the picture meant a low grumble echoed throughout the cave, shaking she turned wide eyed to see the large Polar bear looming over her, why are you here small one? The question rumbled from the chest of the large bear as it lowered it's head down to her level expecting an answer. I-Im sorry, i-i was trying to get out of the s-storm. She fiddled her hands in front of her fearing the worst. With a large huff the bear sat in front of her before pulling out a piece of gingerbread and a steaming cup of hot cocoa and placing it in front of her before putting a candy cane in the cup. Very well you can stay here with me until the storm blows over, you're safe here
The polar bear then laid beside her and told the story of the great war of the Tyrant that was carved into the wall above as the wind howled outside as if mourning the creatures that were lost in that war.

It had been a terribly long, cold, and miserable day, but the fire was blazing bright and warm in the fireplace. Their cabin nestled within the Enigmatic Grotto was the perfect place to take shelter from the raging blizzard that barreled through after they began their trek home from the battle that took place within the Dungeon of the Forsaken for the day. Why their owner insisted on putting them through that dreadful place in the dead of winter each day, was beyond her. But, she loved the thrill of the fight. And the legendary Vulnyx they caught was a nice bonus on top.

Lacey had just settled in next to her companions, Decimate, and Davina, sharing the warmth of each other's fur as they nestled on the rug in front of the warm hearth. It was almost midnight, and she was ready for sleep to claim her. Decimate's breath blasted her in the face, scented of the reindeer shaped gingerbread cookies and hot chocolate their owner had given them after their hard day's work. She turned her head from him to look at Davina, whom was already snoring softly, paws wrapped tight around the leftover candy cane. She must have fallen asleep in the middle of eating it. Lacey shook her head softly, but knew better than to try and pry it from her friend, sleeping or not. So she tucked her nose under her paw and let herself drift off to sleep.

The next morning, Lacey and her friends were given the day off by their owner, and they all took the opportunity to play in the freshly fallen snow. The storm was over, thank the Great Star, and the snow was crisp under-paw. "I'm going to build a snowman!" Decimate declared. "I want to make snow angels!" Davina exclaimed. Lacey thought about what she wanted to do. Join her friends in one of their ideas? Or do something else? "I want to go see if we still have that old sleigh in the basement!" Lacey decided. "Oh yes, I love that idea! Maybe we can convince the Faeloras to give us a ride through the snow!" Davina squealed in excitement. The little bounce of excitement had Lacey laughing. Her friend was as innocent as she was powerful. "You go ask them while I go dig it out! Decimate, you can help me, and then either come with us for a ride, or build your snowman." Lacey ordered. He nodded enthusiastically. "I want to go for a ride too! Happy to lend you a paw!" And they scampered off in their separate directions.

They had just pushed the sleigh up the basement stairs and into the snow when they heard a bunch of harmonious singing heading their way. Decimate and Lacey shared a look of amusement. "I love that the faeloras always have such high spirits, their songs just seem to go so well with the atmosphere of winter," he said. She nodded. "And there's Davina's voice, off-key as always as she tries to sing along with them," she chuckled. Decimate gave her a soft prod with his paw. "You know you wouldn't trade either of us for anything, though." She looked at her friend and gave him a warm smile. "Of course not. You both are my best friends. Doesn't mean I won't tease you both out of love, though! Now, let's go for a ride!"