The beauty of the moon is distracting on a snowy night, reader. Have you seen it? It's wonderful to look at, reader. That's how this book is going to start. With a cat staring at the moon.
Roar leapt from branch to branch, trying to get a spectacular view of the shining moon. His grey pelt was dappled in the moonbeams, and his eyes were like blue topaz. His journey was exhausting, as it numbed his pads to walk in the blizzard. He leapt down, giving up on trying to spot the moon, a glowing piece of swiss cheese. When he hopped down, he heard a yelp from the snow below him. "...?" He breathed. He dug a little at the spot where he landed, and uncovered a short-pelted wolf pup. He was as black as night, eyes like sapphires. Roar put his paw on the wolf's flank. "Like ice," He thought. He picked up the pup in his mouth. It was trembling. He, then feeling pity, took the pup to his den.