The Sunspire mr. brightside

Weather: 30°, foggy.
A Winter Storm Warning is in effect.

 
The scent of groundhog had drawn Rannoch towards Eldershade Grove; he had been chipping in and hunting whenever he could to make sure that there was enough food to go around. Ever since Wraen had warned him of the likely dangers that came with the birth of three litters, he had done everything in his power to prevent his pack starving.

With the smell of the rodent filling his nostrils, Rannoch carefully navigated through the fog— thankfully, the conditions were only an inconvenience to the hunt; it was not impossible to wade or track smells through the mist.