Dawnlark Plains waiting for a rainy day

@Goliath - I was dumb and accidentally tagged you in the thread for Arturo, sorry! uvu/

And then he steps in snow. It ripples through his spine and down every muscle and he has half a mind to be a child and scramble backward through the thicket and away. But no, he's a soldier, and what do they do? Soldier on. Despite his deepset scowl he does, shuffling through the snow that's come quite early considering the season - he's yet to learn it's the norm for this place, anyway, and he lets a foot shake loose some clumping ice and fur, the cold chill of the morning wind biting at his scarred skin. Huffing through his nose, he let himself roll to a stop, a grey and brown conduit in the plain of ice and snow-frosted trees that circled the plain. It was beautiful, sure, to any who didn't understand where enemies could hide and how blood looked on pure white.

Watching his breath curl away from his nose, he slowly picked up a lumbering pace, strolling through the snow with an idle glance about. The white did nothing for his upset depth of vision, and he found himself squinting as he walked, tasting the frigid air for some sense of pack or prey that could linger close-by. He really had to get used to this territory, now that he was - for the most part - stuck in it.