You're exploring the mountains, the snow thick on the ground and the sky cloudy and grey. There's a far-away screeching sound, paired with another, closer screech. A shadowy figure emerges from the snow, head tilted downwards as it takes calculated steps towards you. It's mane flows in the wind, despite the lack of airflow, and twists around. It's eyes narrow, it's small red pupils focused directly on you. The faint crunching of snow echoes out, followed with a low grumbling sound.