Melline's ears twitched as a distant howl reached them, though the only outward sign she gave was a narrowing of her eyes. Her tails twitched, once, and her nostrils widened as she sniffed the air, but all that reached her was the scent of ice.
She too was protected from the cold by thick fur, but hers was glossy and lustrous, patterned to give her concealment in lush forest or dense jungle - and completely impractical for the white expanse which lay before her, like a pristine dusting of sugar on a cake.