Whisper the She-Wolf

It was winter, more specifically, December 3rd, a time that should be filled with happiness and fun because of all the snow, but it seems the universe has other plans.

Whisper sat on her rooftop, the snow falling slowly as she stared into nothingness, her expression reflecting utter emptiness mixed with a hint of annoyance. Why? It seemed the universe didn't want Whisper to have a nice day. Why? The power had gone out... and Whisper hadn't charged a single thing, so now she found herself utterly bored on her roof, angry at the world. She wouldn't get any missions until after December, so all Whisper could do was get angry at absolutely everything. Her phone was dead, nothing was open since it had snowed so much the night before, her friends were busy with their own things, and she knew the Power People were a bunch of lazy bums who probably wouldn't do anything to fix it for a while. Hell, even her The Hider was downloaded, which means Whisper has run out of any kind of technology available, so Whisper is totally frustrated because she seems destined to die of boredom.

"..."

She remained seated on the roof of her house, the snow falling around her, yet the cold didn't affect her in the slightest, as her fur completely protected her. Her gaze was still focused on nothingness itself as she began an internal conversation with herself, feeling annoyed and frustrated at having been so overconfident that she hadn't charged anything at all. Her position remained the same, her knees drawn up to her chest as she stared into space, cursing the universe for condemning her to this torture. Yes, Whisper loves her peace, but peace doesn't mean doing absolutely nothing.