Emberwood the uneasy life of the wanderer

located on eastern fringe, all welcome

The vault of heaven was an ivory winter! The sleet's geildness only made him ague! This algidity could only portend, no, affirm...!—
the young boy could not help but recoil from the understanding of winter's annual visit. Snow was regularly despised by him, snow silenced the life itself, the mellodious birds had fled south on the frigid winds; if he had wings wouldn't he as well? Winter scorned travelers and confined them all while keeping life under it's mercy.

The memory of his sister's torment was all too fresh. Getting thrusted into the fold of snow, having it agitate his eyes, and everyday was a hardship bearing the cold. He silently lauded his father for his thick coat passed down unto him. The aspiring scout could not express so for his feet. 

Bored of the wood, he began to investigate the birch trees that seperated them from the marsh they used to reside attentively; searching for any sign of tresspassers. While he was in a low position of leadership —leadership nonetheless— he'd hoped for more action and debate between the council. No hunts have been enacted by Ibis, not even a meeting for the entire pack;
his purpose seemed...meaningless. Out of place. Loose. 
There were many words to describe it, yes.

The beuatiful black striped spires of wood allured him from his mind; he estimated this is where the border should end — before the slope towards the trees he'd not been so fond of, and downwards into the marsh's enveloping, murky greenery...