Blizzard Descriptive Writing
The cold winter snow soared through the night, high in the atmosphere, blanketing the dead forest of gray bark and howling wolves. Among the trudging pack, a blizzard was set and seen upon their sights as they prepared for the worst of the weather. White clouds escaped their panting mouths, the creatures headed straight into the calling moans of the night, where the dark sky was overtaken by the blank aura the zipping white speckles gave off.
When the blizzard had passed, the wolves slept in piles of snow with the bright moonlight shining upon them. A mother lynx wandered across the pack, sniffing the cold, bristling air. Strangely enough, the wolves hadn’t moved, they just stared. As the lynx passed through, leaping across the snow, she stumbled upon a white wolf pup with black markings on its snout. The baby lifted its furry chin, panting and digging out of the trench it had fallen in.
“Well hello there, little one!” Her soft voice purred at the pup as she gave a toothy grin.
“Are you here for the celebration?” The pup asked, wagging his tail in excitement as the lynx carried him by the scruff back to his family.
“What celebration and why?” She mumbled through his pelt, trudging through the heavy snow.
“Well, it’s Christmas, of course. It’s the coldest but the warmest time of the year, where we eat fresh elk and howl songs all …show more content…
“This will be a good hunt, I’ll have a lynx hat when I’m done with thi—“ He stopped and let down his gun as he heard a long and loud howl from the distance just behind them. He turned around and stared at Bolt who ran after the noise. The husky dog leaped toward the white wolf and the two snarled at each other. Soon, more wolves came its way, and the husky turned around and ran back to its owner with its tail between its legs. The hunter gasped and ran off back onto the trail with his dogs as the wolf pack followed them far enough to keep them away from their friend
When the blizzard had passed, the wolves slept in piles of snow with the bright moonlight shining upon them. A mother lynx wandered across the pack, sniffing the cold, bristling air. Strangely enough, the wolves hadn’t moved, they just stared. As the lynx passed through, leaping across the snow, she stumbled upon a white wolf pup with black markings on its snout. The baby lifted its furry chin, panting and digging out of the trench it had fallen in.
“Well hello there, little one!” Her soft voice purred at the pup as she gave a toothy grin.
“Are you here for the celebration?” The pup asked, wagging his tail in excitement as the lynx carried him by the scruff back to his family.
“What celebration and why?” She mumbled through his pelt, trudging through the heavy snow.
“Well, it’s Christmas, of course. It’s the coldest but the warmest time of the year, where we eat fresh elk and howl songs all …show more content…
“This will be a good hunt, I’ll have a lynx hat when I’m done with thi—“ He stopped and let down his gun as he heard a long and loud howl from the distance just behind them. He turned around and stared at Bolt who ran after the noise. The husky dog leaped toward the white wolf and the two snarled at each other. Soon, more wolves came its way, and the husky turned around and ran back to its owner with its tail between its legs. The hunter gasped and ran off back onto the trail with his dogs as the wolf pack followed them far enough to keep them away from their friend