Winter Chase- spiralknights fan art

Run little tundralisk run. Evade the grim jaws of the albino snarbolax or unto it's belly. It had always been survival of the fittest. Sprinting through the snow, you shall either live another day- or die right on the spot ; little tundralisk, your time will eventually be up and death will take your soul. When your clock of life comes to a halt, your carcass will be on the ground, letting wolvers feed off of your deceased mortal shape. Your soul will eventually, be one with the blowing wind.

By, charismo for Tev's big contest 2.0.