Silent.
Slowly waltzing, the snow moved at a pace it was comfortable with. The snow didn’t fall from the sky, it danced.  It landed softly on the ground, like skydivers on a calm day.  I couldn’t feel my fingertips.  They had woven themselves in and out of the snow too much.  Their ability to feel was not only plagued by the fleece gloves that surrounded them, but their numbness too.  I could feel the frozen skydivers landing on my wrist, stomping their feet to try and get the snow out of their shoes.  I sat still, feeling the cold trying to seep into me.  The trees liked the snow, they stood quietly watching it, as did I.  The clumps of dancers floated down, resting on branches to fix their tutus before finishing their dance down to the ground. 

Movement.
When something moves in the snow, you can hear it.  The deafening silence was broken.  A wolf emerged from behind the trees.  His fur decorated with spots of white and his paws freshly pulled from a flour bin.  He moved slowly, letting his weight hang low, causing his shoulder blades to stick out.  He sniffed in short breaths, not long inhales, for those would freeze his nostrils or suck in a few flakes.  Crippled with fear I let the cold take over and freeze my body solid, the trees scooted around me outside of the wolf's field of view.

Relief.
The wolf puttered away, leaving his head in front of the rest of his body, never looking towards me, simply straight ahead.  He let his tail drag behind him, trying to sweep away his tracks.  It wasn’t until a few minutes after he was out of sight that I let the ice melt from around my body.  I let myself sigh, filling the void of silence with my breathe.  My tongue tingled with the cold taste of frozen air as I breathed in.  The dancers continued to waltz, spinning in front of my eyes, and making sure they let out their parachutes in time to land silently and disappear into the white paper that covered the ground.