Arrow Lake some kind of drug

He was no naturalist and knew little when it came to weather patterns, but Hadraniel would have assumed the damn blizzard would have let up by now. Unfortunately he was dead wrong, and the second he took one step outside the liar he was met with fierce winds and a face full of ice. It had taken him a few attempts to regain his footing and even then he continued to slide and lose balance every now and then. However he hadn't been out and about in a while wanted to take stroll no matter how uncomfortable it may be. 

Nearing the lake where he had first met the inky cheiftess, the sandy male trudged through the fallen snow and kept his eyes peeled for any signs of life. He hadn't come across anything living so far and he feared that the herds had moved in search of warmer lands. He certainly didn't blame them for leaving, but he only hoped they would return so that he could resume his hunting duties. With nothing interesting in sight, the man drew near to the lake's shore and sat so that he might rest. He didn't plan on staying out in the cold much longer, but for now he was content to listen to the wind's song.