The tundra stretches endlessly on either side of you and you are distinctly reminded of a great ocean. The vast, gently rolling undulation seems to melt into the gray blue sky giving the impression that you are walking through a cold empty dimension of winds and frost.
     A light snow begins to fall and remembering the caves you had passed on your way here you begin to search for one. After all, there seems to be no lack of them in this place. It doesn't take you long to spot one that will fit your needs. It is quite large enough for you to enter into comfortably and nearby. You grit your teeth against the wind which now has begun to howl once more and trudge against it's relentless assault. After what seems like ages you find yourself at the mouth of the cave you are surprised to feel a welcome heat emitting from it. A heat of occupation and living things. Cautiously you call into it.
     "Hello?" Your voice echoes for a moment and then, quite suddenly, something has fallen at your feet. Landed, actually.

     Two very red eyes blink up at you questioningly and you realize that the creature at your feet is alike to a griffon the  size of a house cat. The creature ruffles its wings to set the feathers back in order and then opens its mouth to speak.
      "You are welcome to stay here." It tells you. "The night will be long and cold so you may take your rest here."
       "Thanks, that would be great." You reply, following the creature further back into the cave.
       "My name is First Frost, I'm a Whorling."
        You introduce yourself as well. First Frost settles down in a small groove in the back of the cave and closes his eyes. You do the best you can lying down on the floor of the cave which is warm at least. In the morning First Frost is gone and you take your leave as well.

Species: Whorling
Name: First Frost
Gender: Male