The snow owl's feathers are white, like the snow that surrounds the forest. It flies through the air, and its talons cut into the branches of trees below.
I was walking through the forest when I heard a noise. It sounded like a wolf, but it couldn't have been—wolves don't exist in my world.
The forest was dark and full of terrors, but the foxes were ready. The foxes had been living in the forest for as long as they could remember. They were happy there.