Imagine, if you will, crisp white birch trees that stand stark in layers of snow, crisp ozone sharp in the air that fills your lungs, frozen moss and earth crushed beneath your feet as you flee into the forest. You flee because a ravenous voice in the wind calls your name. Dense mist clings to your clothes and the smell of evergreen fir needles and cypress trees lead you to the wet banks of a half-frozen river. The snap of fresh ice cold water fills the air and you breathe it deep as it may be your last. There's a hunger that is upon you, the sweet smell of decay and death mingles with winter paperwhites and dry bones, and then a spray of warm blood melting the snow. After licking your bones, this creature of evil and starvation and barren winter is never satisfied, continuing it's search for another warm victim to quell it's never-ending famine.
(Inspired by the folklore of the First Nations Algonquian people)
Key notes - Frost, Snow, Ozone, Birch wood, Cypress, Fir Needles, Oakmoss, Sandalwood, Black Salt, Black Pepper, Charcoal, Sweet Milk, Blue Musk, Vetiver, Nag Champa, Mahogany, Narcissus blooms