The forest was quiet and peaceful, yet again that day. Birdsong and the hum of insects filled the air. He lounged drowsily on a large branch, the musk of the forest tickling his nose and lulling him to sleep. He had already hunted and eaten his fill. He was lucky to have gotten such a good kill that day. With his snow white pelt, he was an easy target to spot. IT often cost him his dinner. His prey that day had been a young sick deer, however, and no matter how fast they ran, he was still faster. Despite his large size, he was able to run fairly fast, although not for very long. He easily made up with it in strength and magic. HE let his eyes drift shut completely and dozed lightly, his senses still alert for anything abnormal.