Blacktail Deer Plateau my spirit spurns control

bwp: frostbitten — conditions: thundersnow; tagging for visibility & reference!

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Kjalarr’s dreams had been vivid, dreaming of Ragnar and ice. A chill that settled into the marrow of his bones and refused to ease. A frost that would put Niflheim to shame. Unsettled by the few carcasses he found untouched except for the frost and chill Kjalarr worried. With their prey literally falling to the elements this was not terrible but the chill worried him. He worried for his wolves, for Cypress and for his son. It seemed logical to him that this cold would be spread through the entire wilds but just as he had with the locusts he had to make sure. Perhaps, in part, some of it was the fact that he was not a beast deigned to be in one place for long and never leaving Neverwinter’s borders left him feeling stir crazy. That and …Floki had never came calling as he said he would — and it was not like Floki not to stick to his word. The fact that his twin hadn’t unsettled the viking more than anything else and after informing @Kaskara and @Ondine that he would be gone for a few days to see if the northern stretches of the Wilds were just as frigid.

Kjalarr made it up Blacktail Deer Plateau before he realized his error.

The hot springs had been misleading, the warmth they provided even on the chilliest of days offered the Viking a fool’s hope and though he should have turned around and headed back to Neverwinter the moment he cleared the Hot Springs and the chill set back in, as bitter as ever as it weaved through his long, coarse winter coat he pushed forward with his plan instead of aborting it. It was as he made his way back through the Plateau’s woodland that the thunder boomed with Thor’s mighty fury from above. Kjalarr’s steps paused and his ears perked forth before they slicked back against his skull as the snow fell. It was warmer beneath the cover of the trees, and from the worst of the winds and snow Kjalarr found he was shielded (plus his arctic heritage helped for he was built for the cold) but he was left to ponder if he would survive the journey back to Neverwinter or if he would freeze to death on the way and was faced with the decision: risk freezing to death and never making it back to his pack and family or wait out the storm hoping that it was quick to pass.

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