Meadowlark Prairie I'm like a muscular boy, but I'm a bit more chub

Scouty boi

Hush moved from the camp, eager to learn more about their enemy's land. Well, as much as he could without venturing into their land itself. Étoille was doing that. Such a thought made him gulp again, but he pressed on, north from the Caldera. He crunched through the snow, used to the white fluffy blockade. Yellowstone had tons of the stuff, yearly. He moved through it with a rapid effiency seen only in experienced snow-runners, searching for any sign of the foreboding black forest.