Third Riddle

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“The next riddle might be harder to remember, so listen carefully...” Death explains
We all go quiet.
The night grows cold, hold each other tight. The wind it whistles its sweet lullaby. The night is quiet, still and silent. No noise is heard and the birds don't sing...”
We all exchange confused expressions.
“This riddle isn't about a place, it's about teamwork and looking after each other. It's more of a bonding challenge. It's going to get cold soon..., you have enough time to sleep until tomorrow night...”
Without another word, his wings spread and he took off into the white sky.
Wait..., white sky...?
Small snowflakes start falling slowly from the foggy night sky.

Snow smiles warmly. “I think we should look for shelter...”
I nod in agreement. “Indeed...”
Patch yaps and points his nose down the other side of the hill, where the fog doesn't linger.
A small deer cave is down there. I smell the air, but I don't pick up any animal sense, so once again, we're alone.

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