Tormented Tarns nascence

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Had it been summer, Amsu could only imagine the insect hell this place could be. There were webs strewn across every tree, some with spiders still in them, others abandoned from the cold. Dead insects littered the edges of the waters and what little ground there was here. He had to step carefully lest he slip a paw or a whole leg into the freezing water. He was very glad it was morning so that he could see where he was going. He just hoped that the others, if any had chosen to follow him, were traveling by day, or on clear nights, when the light of the sun and moon could guide them properly. He lifted his face to the sun and let its weak heat warm him slightly. He wished the winter were over already. Summer was his favorite season, when the heat baked into his fur, down into his bones, and made him want to sleep all day. Keeping this calming thought in mind, he trudged onward, unsure of where exactly he was going.