Felltree Marsh This.. Is the real world.

Ukko doesn’t get a chance to answer as the snow continues to fall, a light dusting along his backside, and he sets off the way he’d come. There had been sight of a ridge not far from where he’d started and if he could find a cave, they’d be out of the snow falling in clumps from the ground.  It builds up on the snow already on the ground, softly touching his paws and ending in a hard crunch when he puts his weight down.

Eventually he comes upon the ridge overlooking the marsh but seeing more than a few feet in front of him is proving to be difficult.  He tries to navigate the new terrain, glancing only once in a while over his shoulder to make sure the wolf is following. He has little time to think through what he’d been told until he comes across an indent in the earth, the wall angling back under a ledge that provides shelter from the snow. 

With several deep breaths, trying to regain his composure, smoke forms in front of his face as he tries to side with the wall to avoid the wind. The snow doesn’t ease up, dusting under the ledge, but the wind begins to slow and casting the flakes at a slight angle. Once he’s able to steady himself, he looks out to check on Esaro.  He'd been spared by his old pack and Ukko bites back the question why, knowing he's unlikely to get an answer if he doesn't know anymore than he claims.