Weighed by snow, the greyscale landscape stretched forever. She forgot long ago the concept of warmth. Frost dangled from her fur, even so far as the ice seeping beneath her plates. Frozen to the core, she sought refuge. Anything from the endless cold snow. A loud clap signaled the avalanche but it swallowed up her hunting group just as easily as their escape was futile. Day and night became cold and colder. Rationed food was gone and the skies were silent. No living thing braved this kind of weather. In complete solitude she dug her way out. Silence and frost her constant companions, they helped to quell silly desires like thirst and hunger. She held on for the hope of seeing that one totoma. An endless gray landscape, she was beginning to forget the totoma's face when she broke free, the cutting wind gladly welcomed.
Days had passed and she had survived they said. 8 days.