Felltree Marsh I don't know how I'm going to win

 

Snow drifted softly to the ground; a gentleness betrayed only by the bite of the chilly air and the crackling of the frozen marsh. A thin layer of ice clung to the surface of the swampy liquid; the snow lay thick across what Yuudai assumed was usually grass. The pale man lowered his snout to the murky ice before delicately pushing a paw threw. Not strong enough to stand on, and the edge was sharp. Sharp enough to cut he realized pulling his paw away, a scrap forming along his leg.

“What your step @Hiromi, the ice isn’t strong enough to carry us. We’ll have to pick our way through.” Lavender eyes roamed, searching for the best path. It would be best to stick to the snow he decided. Making his way over to one of many fallen tree’s Yuu leapt up, making the best use of his environment.