Duskfire Glacier Veiled

"No stoppin'! Do ye wanna freeze t'death?"

Prudent. So, the bird could speak his language, and it seemed to have some wits about it. 

He wasn't too proud to protest the command - there was wisdom in it. Out here they were exposed to the bitter elements, let alone anything else that may be hidden within the unending white.

The young man put his head back down, ears back as he squinted into the rimy haze. He took a few steps, paws sinking into the ever-growing snow before he felt he spied the silhouette of a rocky outcropping. Perhaps he was hallucinating, his eyes and mind playing tricks on him as he sought shelter within this frigid hellscape, but it was worth checking out. As he drew closer on steady but labored steps, the outcropping came into clearer focus - nothing striking, just a simple shelf created by glacial debris, but it would do.

Silas found the tension in his chest easing as the rocky formation began blocking the worst of the onslaught. Within breaths, he was neatly beneath the overhang, grateful that it provided shelter, if just barely. No longer did snowflakes sting his eyes, nor accumulate on his coat. He deeply wanted to shake out his guard hairs but stopped himself from entertaining the reflex lest he dislodge the bird and send it careening back into the snowy fray.

Instead, he straightened, amethyst stare sliding to the side to scrutinize his passenger, his expression asking, Well...?