The sky grew dark with clouds. The moon was almost hidden with the colossus of water vapor. Predator and prey studied them with earnest and with apprehension. The clouds would either bring the long-awaited rain or another of the dreaded blizzard. Soon, the wind picked up and clouds completely obscured the rest of the moon, casting the forest into darkness. White pellets began falling, first one at a time, then two, then hundreds. Creatures rushed to their nests to protect their young, to keep warm from the dreaded cold, and to wait out the storm.