Hideaway Strath IV

The unrelenting slant of snowfall stymied Ego’s progress as he sought to escape the unsullied southwest; farther than he had ever intended to travel in the first place.
 
He moved forward blindly, and at a snail’s pace, keeping his head down as he tried to determine an adequate direction. After scouring the Hinterland mountains for the foundation of his own legacy, for a place he was determined to rally his natal family to, all he had to show for his efforts now was a face full of slush. It was humbling, to say the least. He could remember the lay of the lay land from his vantage point days earlier, but his recollection of the aerial view felt almost useless now.
 
Unknowingly, he was steered towards a gap in the mountains, hugging the stone wall with his shoulder as he went. He paused when the rock fell away and he found himself standing halfway out in the open, wondering if he should turn back. Finding no real desire to backtrack, he pressed forward, beginning to loom dangerously close to the blizzard-washed borders of a pack he would have typically avoided…