The night grew cold in the northern part of the continent, freezing winds whipping through the night and slicing through the air like knives to ones skin. The Ground sucking heat out of all who stop to rest upon it, so for many the choice to keep moving was always the only option they had. However, for a select few this was not the case. The mutant humanoid known as Skylie had made a rather impressive friend over the years, and freezing out in the cold was not on his list of things that would happen.
On this cold night, snow began to fall even, the light flakes creating a beautiful scenery of contentment as they fell upon what used to be a lake, but now was reduced to a mere mass of ice. Yet the little female would not feel the pinch of the cold. As she would be resting with her back against the large neck of the 250 ft leviathan known as Onyx. The massive raptor like therapod who suffered countless genetic tortures found use in some. His massive amounts of body heat was produced by the same organs that generated the devestating flames he used in combat. His low breaths and rumbling exhales were all she could feel rumbling through her being... to many this cold was unbearable, but Onyx was unable to feel even a chill. In fact, at times his body temperature ran so high it would steam in the cold atmosphere around him, but for now the slumbering saurian could rest easy as the child was in a place where she could feel no fear.... after all, she was protected by the most dangerous carnivorous predator to ever walk the earth.