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@Skylaris 

The fact that going to the Glacier, instead of returning to Lake Rodney had been a very foolish idea occurred only, when the storm had hit Birk with full force. He had been out in the open somewhere at the ocean shores, when it had begun to snow heavily. The visibility had been pretty bad, therefore it was no wonder that he had steered off his initial course and ended up going South... except the wrong one for him.

He did not know that he was lost at that point - only that the weather had gone from being sh*t to being even sh*ttier. End of story. The next few hours, while the young wolf still had been fighting his way to a shelter among trees, had been very difficult and, when he finally got deep enough in the forest, he collapsed in a heap of snow and had to crawl the remaining steps to the hiding spot under the branches of a large fir tree.

"Pheww..." he sighed, rolling to his side and beginning to tend his paws, where the snow had melted and stuck between his toes. Though he would still claim that he had seen and endured worst storms than this, he would have to admit that this was a pretty bad one. Even for a tough ice giant like him.