Blackfoot Forest Wanderin'

The cold bit at his pads, a dull, aching reminder of the miles he’d crossed. Frost clung to the black of his fur like brittle armor, and his breath rose in ghostly plumes as he pushed forward. Snow hung heavy on the low-hanging branches, brushing against his sides as he maneuvered through the brush.

Tvar paused, his vivid blue eyes narrowing as he scanned the misty expanse ahead. The quiet wasn’t comforting—it brought a prickle to the man's hide.

He wasn’t sure what he was searching for, only that stopping wasn’t an option.

With a grunt that billowed visible breath from his nostrils, Tvar lowered his head and pushed forward again, the fog swallowing him whole as he disappeared into the wintry maze.