"Fang the werewolf went out on a hunt one night in search of food... Though very new to this new animal-ish way of life, instincts of his feral brethren were beating within him which was all that he needs to hunt successfully. As he was hunting, Fang vaguely remembered wandering into the forest as a human... struggling to rid himself of his clothing and all the stresses of life that attached itself to it... Excited to roam free as he pleased. Suddenly a cold feeling touched his nose. Wiping it away, he started to realize gentle white... whatevertheywere... we're falling from the sky... Curious, Fang stared at his surroundings. He realized that the woods were covered with this... stuff. He never really paid attention to it before... but now... he did. Fang looked at the stuff falling silently from the sky. A calmness came over him... He listened to the wind blowing around him as it made the silver strands of fur dance and glow in the moonlight... Without realizing it. he was no longer hungry but at peace... And without warning, a word appeared to him, as if his human form was telling him what that white stuff was... Snow... It was snow."

Just a short story of my werewolf Fang as he stops and stares at the falling snow...