Bone chilling cold swirls over my alabaster scales as I soar high over the tundra. Jagged spikes of blue ice jut out of the ground below, their sharp points shimmering like quartz in the moon's pale light. I take a deep breath, the frosty night air streaming into my lungs and rushing out in a thundering roar that calls to all that surround me. A strange joy sparks in my heart and fills it with the urge to climb up into the churning grey clouds above. I beat my sparkling silver wings in large arcs, steadily rising higher as white snowflakes whirl around me like waves from the sea. Finally I reach the clouds, the lead grey vapour twisting away from my freezing scales.
I spy a snow white hare bounding across the ice below, its tail bouncing as it hops over the landscape. Tucking in my wings, I plunge into a steep dive, swooping towards earth. The wind tugs at my tail playfully and the snowflakes batter my snout as I plummet downwards. At the last second I splay my razor sharp talons and thrust out my wings, catching the air. The hare never knew what hit him.