It was always the snowstorms. Patagonia always seemed to have bad luck every time a snowstorm hit the snowy steppe belonging to her pack. Visibility was becoming increasingly poor due to the weather, and the untimely Utahraptor found herself without the protection of her companions. She didn't feel upset but neither was she desperate to find herself alone and vulnerable in a situation like this, it wasn't the first time a snowstorm had surprised her without company so she knew exactly what ...
