Blackfeather Woods winter has come

He had lived a long life, but never before had he seen something such as this. Thunder and snow. What a strange combination of weather, and yet here it was. Ice and snow were blown against the trees, sheathing it in frost. A few seconds out in the snow and he already felt the weight of the cold weighing his old bones down, but he pressed on. There were but a few caches in the Web, but there were a few prize cuts he excavated quickly before seeking the comfort of the Web. The old shade felt his body burn with stress as he pulled the frozen beaver into the Web, but its presence would supply the pack for a few days.