As the blizzards of cold island blinded your sight, you could hear a low tune of what sounded like a trumpet, oh but nothing like floogulls. It sounded a bit depressing, but it stopped as the creature that seemed to be playing, making the sound noticed you, and heard your footsteps. The wind was so strong, it was hard to hear anything. The creature was blue, with a conch shell for a trumpet, and a pink snail like creature in the conch shell. It held its trumpet down, side eyeing you.