"Clawsnight? Silver Claws? Bah!" Isnu said as he moved into bed "Shuch a tedious time of year, not to mention annoying... all just presents, decorations and those earblasting choirs!" Isnu grumbled some more, pulling the covers onto him with his wing and a yawn "And a good waste of a tree..." Soon the old dragon slowly drifted off, his chest raising and falling as he began to snore, the cold wind outside howling light an Arctic Fox at the moon