The Heartwood Kita

Darkness had fallen once they had reached the trees. The snow glistened beneath the light of the stars and the moon. Shiranui kept their pace easy enough that the dog would not grow too tired. They had covered a good deal of ground since the start of their travels. The white wolf believed that a rest in the woodland would prove beneficial.

Turning to gaze back over his shoulder, Shiranui sought @Bartholomew. He had found a small area where the foliage had folded and grown over in an arch. It was spacious and concealed. The snow had not fallen into the crumpled leaves beneath the brush. It would likely make a suitable place to rest for the night.