[This is apart of this winter's event. Winter spirits will be watching the groups. Based on current events, good or bad consequences will follow. Keep an eye out for strange occurrences, the jingle of baubles, and cold breath floating through the air.]

Within the depths of the jungle, a white buck stood out in the open with a cold aura. He stared out on the clan, eyes narrowed in the distance. Blaise had seen what The Pitt had done... what their past consisted of. Their dastardly deeds had no mercy or shame. Similarly, he would hold none either. They deserved punishment. Yet, the pale buck held back. There was a glimmer of hope in his cold eyes momentarily and a fanatical glimpse into the future. Something told him to wait. But for what?

Frustrated, a huff of cold air left his nostrils. Until then, he'd watch The Pittians. With that thought, he wandered off elsewhere. Spots of ice appeared below his hooves as he walked along. Blaise eventually faded into nothingness, leaving nothing but a loose bauble that fell off his horns and some odd patches of ice.