The icy wind bites at your face as you step into the snow-covered canyon. Your boots crunch against the frozen ground, each step echoing off the silent walls of jagged ice.

Then—you see them.

Yellow sits slumped against the frozen earth, tiny claws curled against their chest. A faint shiver racks their body, and tears bead at the corners of their eyes before freezing mid-fall. Their normally bright gaze is clouded, their breathing shallow. The jagged cliff shadows loom overhead, making them look even smaller and more fragile.