(Nyx is my character; she's a dragoness quite talented in black magic. She can shapeshift into a many creatures, but her two prefered forms are her true form [Dragoness] and a panther. She can walk on all fours or be bipedal. Whichever she wants.)
*~The panther's paws plodded the snow-covered ground as she ran, searching for a warm place to stay. She had tried setting up camp many times over but couldn't, due to the lack of dry wood for a fire. Her napsack began to feel heavier with every step. On the horizon, she saw smoke rising high against the gray sky. The large, black feline stood on her haunches, trying to get a whiff of what might be ahead. Unable to catch a scent because of the cold air, she stealthily crept closer, sensing a canine prescence. Nyx's body shivered as the sky opened up and it began to snow. Her body temperature was dropping... She would have to take her chances with the canine. I'm either going to die in the cold, or I can defend myself from the pooch if it's hostile, she thought to herself. With that, she walked to the fire the hound was sleeping by and curled up in her cloak... Hoping to stay warm.~*