Chapter 1-New Discovery

A young Pokemon opened his green eyes and took in his surroundings after breathing in a gust of frosty air. Snow blanketed the ground and the very air swirled with wisps of glacier-temperature ice. Staggering, weakly, to his feet, the black wolf stumbled forward, only to steady himself. Soon he had a pattern down, he would stagger through the snow, his blade-like white tail carving a path through the frozen, powdery liquid which rested at his chest height.

Trudging through the dense snow-covered ground of the dungeon known by many as Tiny Meadow, he had no idea of who he was nor where he was at, only the thought that he should continue to move. He staggered forward continuously, his furry black coat weighting him down despite keeping him somewhat warm. A large bloody gash stretched across his back, the warm liquid seeping into his fur with every movement he made.

I have to keep moving, the Pokemon thought desperately as his green eyes blinked as the bitter-cold wind picked up, the two yellow rings on both sides of his neck glowing to provide him with light to help him see his way through the meadow.

Had he known what the weather was like in this chilled dungeon, he might have been better prepared for the harsh conditions. His coat was getting soaked; he felt exhausted. How much farther could he go before he gave out?

Raising a paw as he halted for a moment, the wolf noticed that his white claws were completely covered in snow now. The arctic storm was getting worse and the bitter cold wind was beginning to pick up, blowing even more snow down and covering the meadow even faster.

A gust of snow-carried wind suddenly blew into him from behind, causing the black wolf to growl as his back wound was irritated by the seeping cold wind and the ever continuing snowfall. The growl he gave in response to the harsh sting of the sharp winter wind against his injured back clearly gave reason for no other Pokemon to go near him, although all the normal inhabitants of the dungeon had hidden away at the first sign of the wintery blast that now blanketed the small location in snow.

Beginning to move again as he lowered his paw back into the snow, his white tail carved out a continuing, zigzagging path through the deepening snow as it now reached up to his shoulders while he trudged once more through the ever worsening conditions. He figured he had no choice to keep focused on the task at hand.

Brushed by the arctic breeze and momentarily lost in thought, the Pokemon reached forward with his left paw, intending to place it down in snow, and struck a loose frozen rock by mistake. He slipped on the icy surface and found himself spinning around to land headfirst into a snow bank. Snow brushed against his wound as he felt as if all the strength he had was now departed from him. The chilled arctic winds and the soft snow spread their fingers of bitter frostiness upon him, making him shutter as he now felt the advancing cold far worse than before.

Keep warm, the black Pokemon thought as he curled into a ball to try and wait out the storm.

The two small fang-like near front teeth that jetted out below his top jaw gleaming with icy pleasure as the air gave them a thin layer of condensed ice crystals to surround them and make them a beacon in the never-ending coldness. He lay there for some time, thinking it would be over soon and that he could continue his journey to somewhere.

Meanwhile in a part of Tiny Meadows that hadn't been hit quite as hard as where the black Pokemon was at, two different Pokemon trudged through the faint layer of snow that coated the ground. One of them was a Glaceon, an icy blue fox with dark blue ears, paws, and tail. The other was a Lucario, a fighting and steel Pokemon that resembled a boxer. The Lucario's black and blue fur kept it warm as the two walked seemingly endlessly through the snow covered dungeon.

"Man I hate winter here," the Lucario groaned as he shifted the team's toolbox to his left shoulder, his red eyes narrowing at the little sight the snowstorm offered to the two visiting Pokemon as the ground was just barely coated with the white power of snow but was getting deeper the more they traveled into it. "You never know when it's going to strike here and, when it does, it hits hard and fast."

""It's not that bad Veer," the Glaceon chuckled as she moved through the snow with much more ease than her partner, her type being suited to the cold weather and deepening snow more than Veer's was.

"You're an ice type! You don't get cold, Galia!" Veer snapped back, the chilled atmosphere giving his tone an icy edge to it that amused his partner.

"I don't, you're correct on that," Galia chuckled pleasantly, enjoying seeing Veer irritated again after their last exploration together had nearly been their last as Veer made the comment to their team leaders that he'd like a new partner for dungeon explorations.

Veer grumbled under his breath as the two continued to walk, the snow getting deeper as they traveled further into the tiny dungeon. Galia stopped suddenly, her icicle ears lifting up in surprise at what seemed to be a glistening, icy beacon several miles before them.

"What is it?" Veer asked, annoyed at having to stop because of her as he felt the bitter wind swirl around them.

"There is something a few miles up ahead that I've never seen before," she answered as Veer stared into the hazy distance.

"Well I don't see it," he snapped back.

Instead of a reply, Galia walked on towards the strange beacon and found the black wolf curled into a ball, his back wound visible despite a thin layer of ice over it and the roaring bitter cold winds and snowfall.

"What is it?" Veer questioned as he walked over, grumbling softly to himself even though his attention was perked at the new creature as Galia sniffed it in curiosity.

"Not sure but it is alive," she responded confidently as he picked it up gently and handed the team's supplies to his icy partner.

The two started to walk again, struggling slightly to make it through the waist high snow as Veer he held the wolf with great care. He really wanted to just set their new tag-along down and hurt Galia for having even shown him the wolf in the first place but he decided against it.

"Why did I pick it up?" He moaned to himself as he shifted the limp being in his arms around as slightly as he could without causing it to stir.

"Because I need my mouth for attacks, that's why so walk!" Galia growled as she had heard him over the whistling frosty air, her voice echoing the sound of ice as her blue eyes gleamed like the clearest icicles.

Veer sighed and the two left the Tiny Meadow by the way of a, surprisingly, an uncovered by snow teleport pad. They were both eager to return to the team base and tell their leaders, the true first explorers of Team Haven about their recent exploration and what they found in the dungeon that had been racked by the vicious snowy weather.