Phantom Hollow he bears that weight alone

Further southward he trails, restless as ever in his step and refusing to halt his adventures even if he has two in toe. Companions or no, he’s always kept to the march of his own beat—close enough to the most recent encampment that a howl could summon him, yet far enough that he keeps his distance lengthy.
The Wayfarer strides as if he has a purpose through the Hollow, as it glistens in the morning light. Snow coats it in thick layers. The cold biting at his pawpads with each step forth.

For @Isilmë