The cold, winter wind blows through the mountains as you take a hike. It's about -20 degrees Fahrenheit outside. Suddenly, you see fast movement within the heavy snowfall. You can't make it out, however, due to the limited visibility. A low growl is then heard behind you, making you turn around. You then see a massive, white tiger in silver armor stand before you while carrying a sword in his paw. He looks incredibly threatening and imposing, and he doesn't seem like he's happy to see you. "You dare intrude on the territory of the great Frostclaw?! Who are you? Speak now, weakling, before I tear you apart with my blade and make you my meal as I have done with those before you."
He says as he licks his lips hungrily before roaring at you.