Duskfire Glacier Veiled

Curse spring.

Pale lilac eyes strained to see through the lashing waves of falling flakes. Obsidian ears flattened against his crown, tail and skull down, the young male was little but a lanky silhouette veiled by relentless white. 

The pale morning light had revealed a seasonably overcast day. Seeking sustenance to soothe his empty belly, Shroud took to the glacier to scout for anything of interest, keen eyes seeking anything that moved. He had just spotted courting ptarmigan in the distance when this appeared - a sudden, violent spring snow squall, a dazzling display of nature's tempestuous vernal mood. 

He should have seen the signs, heeded the warnings. But no, he'd been too preoccupied with alleviating his hunger, too lackadaisical in his observations. He should have known better. No matter... it was too late, now.

The wind pushed against his tall, lithe frame with unrelenting force as the falling flakes quickly encrusted his guard hairs with a layer of ice. He was a silent wraith, gaze desperately trying to make out any distinct landmark amidst the churning confusion. If only he could find an outcropping or a cave - anything to provide shelter while he waited out the squall's fury. He held little concern for his safety, as he knew full well the conditions would subside, but that didn't stop the burn of annoyance from licking at his mind, a scowl subtly tugging at the corners of his lips.