Shadewood i’ve worked a lot of nowhere gigs

a cold spell had descended through the keep, and most of the forest was quiet save for the shambling tread of koro toro. 

he had learned long ago that cold kept things slow — and many woodland grouse were nearly immobile once true cold seeped in. finding them was the challenging part - for they were a silent bird in extreme temperatures, and often so very well concealed. 

a few hours later, koro toro returned, walking in the same snowprints he had left. in his jaws a dispatched grouse hung, one long wing trailing and leaving fans of twirling groves in the snow.