Beneath the aurora’s gentle sheen,
Where snowflakes dance and twilight gleams,
An ice fox glides, both swift and lean,
A silent whisper in winter's dreams.

Her fur, a tapestry of frost and light,
Reflects the stars, ethereal, bright,
With eyes like crystals, cold and keen,
She prowls through lands of endless white.

The ice fox, guardian of the cold,
With tales of ancient winters told,
In her domain, both fierce and fair,
She reigns with grace, beyond compare.

The ice fox is the spirit of intelligents. It’s here to guide its wearer through the wildest times, bold and fearless.