The winter dragon creeps along by the softest snow. Eyes are as gentle as sand spilling down a dessert hill. Skin as sharp as a new sharpened pencil. The dragons teeth are like sharp icicles dangling from a huge ice block. The jaws murder the pray like a saw cutting wood. The extra long tail swings back and forth like a new boomerang. It will travel its way back to the depths of the winter wonderland on a snowy night.