There came to him then a thought of the wild things in this seemingly uninhabitable desolation.

How could they live in this endless desert of snow?
What could they find to eat?
Where could they find water to drink?
He asked Wabi these questions after they had returned to the cabin.
"Just now, if you traveled from here to the end of this storm zone you wouldn't find a living four-legged creature," said Wabigoon.

"Every moose in this country, every deer and caribou, every fox and wolf, is buried in the snow.

And as the snow falls deeper about them the warmer and more comfortable do they become, so that even as the blizzard increases in fury the kind Creator makes it easier for them to bear.
When the storm ceases the wilderness will awaken into life again.

The moose and deer and caribou will rise from their snow-beds and begin to eat the boughs of trees and saplings; a crust will have formed on the snow, and all the smaller animals, like foxes, lynx and wolves, will begin to travel again, and to prey upon others for food.