Blacktail Deer Plateau Put me in coach, i succeed

ingram trudges through the snow that has layered upon the plateau, covering it in a cool embrace of white. there was something that he finds therapeutic about the snowfall: the soft sound it makes, the slow dissolve of each snowflake upon his nose, his muzzle, his fur where they land.

it does not offer much in the way of stealth though: clear tracks mark where he's been like history painted across the borders and it crunches beneath him as he walks, each step melding the snow together into a cast of his large paws.

focusing on these simple things quiets the chaos of his mind.

stills it so he can breathe.

his path crosses with ash paw's soon enough and his steps cease, seaglass gaze settling upon her: wondering if this crossing of paths was intentional or otherwise.