You’d been traveling in the snow for much, much longer than you’d been thinking before. You were without food or water, and every step you took into the snow felt like a dozen little knives stabbing into you from the cold. You even saw figures of cream wolves following behind you through the snowy trees, and you could’ve sworn with it was a cookie’s faint voice speaking with the wolf pack following… as the snow worsened and the wind’s howl grew louder, you saw a light. Dozens of little purple flames, and a wall with a silhouette atop it. Caramel Arrow: ”WHO ARE YOU?!” The voice loudly echoed from the top of the wall. Before you could speak, the figure leapt from the building and held her drawn-bow just a foot from you. Her face was a scowl, and she didn’t even have a reaction to the snow. It was Caramel Arrow Cookie.