Snowforest Taiga risky play

backdated to december 30-31, before the zeph thread. somewhere close to the mountains.

He cannot help his wandering nature. Although he stays close to the group, he needs time to stretch his legs away from them on occasion. Call it old habits that die hard, the Wayfarer sees no reason to quit it now.
Ahead, the peaks of mountains range, towering over even his titanic form. It is where they seem to be heading, away from the valley and taiga—leaving behind whatever haunts the Ghost and his companion.
The Wayfarer cares not, for he’s left his old life behind awhile ago. Shackled voluntarily this time, yet he could, in theory, break it all again if he desires.
Around him, the snow continues to fall, and eventually, a loud snort breaks the silence around him—his nose twitching, snow flying from the tip, the beast exhales again, and walks on.