Moonsong Glacier rule number one is that you gotta have fun

He wasn't the best judge of distance, but he did have a vague idea of where he was and how far he had left to travel. The journey home had so far been a long one, but he was only halfway there and he loathed the idea of walking just as far as he had already done. Anxiety ate away at him like acid, and the sooner he could get home and confront Thuringwethil, the better. He was in for a scolding - or possibly getting kicked out. The snowy Kru just wanted to get it all over with.

Attempts at distraction were futile and for once he wished he had some company. It was easier to keep his mind quiet while in the presence of others; he was definitely not the best conversationalist, but talking would surely be better than remaining alone with these nagging thoughts of doom, and this crippling nervousness.

He was trotting with his eyes on his front paws, and when he next looked up to ensure that he was walking a straight path, a red flash caught his eye, stark amidst the sprawling white. A smaller wolf, by the looks of it, and probably female (though he had not yet caught the canine's scent.) Feeling somewhat relieved, Hux broke into a run without further thought, tail wagging as he called out to her. "Hey!"