Larksong Grotto nagrulik-atuun

silence pursued him now.
well, okay, it wasn't true silence because the wind was still howling away in his ears. the moments drew out and he started to feel a sense of safety return to him, though he kept checking over his shoulder to make sure that the snowy dunes weren't charging after him bearing scars and sores and a thunderous snarl.
but that moment never seemed to come.
apparently he was the victor of whatever imaginary battle he had started and that put a little pep in his step as he trudged along, figuring it best to try and cross the whiteout expanse of that wintry hellscape to find somewhere else to exist. he didn't know what was out there or what other horrors awaited him, but only time would tell.
he was still hungry, though.