Duskfire Glacier Veiled

The dull but otherwise peaceful day had been squandered in a near instant. One moment the crow was drifting through the sky, allowing himself to be guided to wherever the winds sought to take him, the next, he was caught up in the blinding flurry of a snow storm.

Buffeted by the winds, Arsène clumsily descended from the sky, hoping – like the dark wolf below – to find some shelter to wait out the rough conditions. He had been similarly caught off-guard, and released audible caws from both irritation and effort as he tried to navigate the battering winds.

Luckily for him, another creature had been swept up in the weather as well and although quite lean, he seemed far more sturdy in this type of situation than Arsène himself.

Falling out of the air, the crow dove straight for the wolf – a veritable port in the shitstorm – talons outstretched and aiming to grip onto the dark fur of the man's scruff for safety.