[PQ] [Seasonal Event] early morning predators

There are things of which no one quite understands. Things that come and go, things that defy meaning or interpretation. For instance: A cold gust of wind ruffles beneath the hawk's feathers. Perhaps it is because Jigano appears to be a moving ball of winter himself that it decides to leave him be, and instead focus on Remi. With a frzzzzAPP ice forms against the boy's wings, tugging him down, down, down. The wind whistles to the wolves, like a dinner bell... Hopefully they do not mind their meal on ice. He will keep better this way.