Duskfire Glacier trash to the curb

Weather: 15°F, Foggy. Snow (2-5 inches) throughout the day.

It had grown colder, and Dune could feel it. Snow sprinkled the glacier he was currently padding across, and he blinked away snowflakes as they landed on his eyelashes. When one landed on his nose, he snorted it away, a plume of vapor exiting his nostrils in a huff. The chill was definitely worse than it had been the last few days, and he wondered how much longer he could survive on his own. Eventually, he would need to join others in order to secure his survival.

A sound caught his attention, and he turned to see a lone mountain goat wandering nearby. He took a hasty step toward it, but then Dune thought better of it. The goat looked healthy and strong, two things which made it less than an ideal target. He stood and watched the horned creature disappear into the increasingly heavy snow, then continued on his way.