A whiteness you can barely see through blankets the whole area. Trees bend low to see you with white fluff barely hanging onto their branches. The only safety you see is inside a cave, even though spikey icicles point to the ground in wait for someone to strike. 

While walking towards the cave, bunnies swarm around you with a kind of vulnerable aura around them. The appearance of only white on their bodies makes the necessity for concealment all the more obvious.

Leaving the bunnies, you see wolves hunting for what you just left. Menacing and dangerous, the wolves sniff you for the scent of their prey and head off to find their target. It seems that the whiteness of everything around you does more than just protect you from predators. It also hides you from your prey.

Upon getting to the cave, jagged rocks greet you with an unnerving stillness that makes it seem as if nobody lives there. It's barren, desolate aura puts you off, but you continue to set up a sort of makeshift camp.

Looking out onto the scene in front of you, you can't help but pity the animals that are both used to the desolate Iceland and are used to using the white to their advantage to live or kill.