Dragoncrest Cliffs To recover his feet on the shining rails of his fate.

blixen smirks over her shoulder at him, already putting a foot forward when he speaks. "it's just a little snow," she teases, ignoring how quickly the wind piles it up on her coat. odds are they won't get that far -- but someone needs to make an effort at least, and blix isn't a quitter, come rain or shine (or very big blizzard). 

assuming dacio's followed her, she sets the pace slow and steady, letting snow whip about her ears in peacable silence for a few moments. it's almost nice to have something so big and angry that isn't wolf around them. "how are you holding up?" she asks (loudly) as they trudge -- after all, he's been through the same as she has, with his mother's death in similar circumstances and his sister leaving with the traitors, too. it isn't easy... but warriors are made from tragedy, blix has learned: it's a matter of how you overcome.