The night screamed silence, giving power to the snow. The light stayed silent, respecting the little flakes. The snow was falling, slowly turning into a blizzard. The air was silent as a breath and as dark as a cave. It smelled like fear, Danger was approaching!

Footsteps marched along and through the empty fields, leaving no traces behind. Swift as a fox, the first moved around the beams, and into the shadows by a male, followed by a female. They sighed in relief and continued to move, ignoring the snow. They were siblings; different in many ways.

They walked across the shadows, trying to find a small shelter, to stay in. Their life was full of misery, and it was starting, to get worse. They moved fast on their feet, as quickly as a cheetah. The footsteps slowed down, they had found their place for the night.

They had settled down and waited. Waited for the time to come...