The wind whipped powdered sugar snow through the dense woods of the Giant Icing Ridge. Crunchy Chip Cookie, atop his Cream Wolf companion, scanned the icy horizon. The occasional animal scurrying to its home was the only interruption to the silence, save for his own voice.

“Stay sharp, Brother! We are the vanguard! No Cacao Eagle or stray Dire Creamwolf is getting the sneak on us!” Crunchy Chip yelled, his voice echoing off a nearby crusted icing tree. The wolf merely flicked its ears, sniffing the air diligently.