The cold wind howled in the frosty, snowy night. A stray tiger cub walked, shivvering. Even though she was a white tiger, the night was way too cold for a tiger cub. Finding a small root for protection, she hid underneath it. "Kiila.....Kiilla." she whispered her name to herself, just the way her mother did. Slowly making herself sleep, she whipered on last word for the day, "Kiila."