Battle cry
I holed myself up in a crevice in the hard rock that could be called a cave if you were half my size. It was barely big enough for me to curl inside, but was almost unnoticeable from outside, especially after I cowered the entrance with webs that blended with the snow around.
With half a million EXP I got from the griffin I caught, I had more than a million total EXP to spend on 'Cold Resistance'. I put much less in it, though—only the three hundred thousand it took to level it up to 15. I also had to look at another puzzling choice of upgrades.
This one it was 'Cold Shield' versus 'Cold Affinity'. My normal logic would've made me pick the first option—it obviously was something defensive. My gut, though, told me that there would be drawbacks, and I was most afraid to lose my mobility. Especially now, when it was at an all-time high. I could not just fly, I could hover, turn around mid air, even do somersaults if I wanted.