Bramblepoint when the sun is perched at it's highest peak,

@Iseldur

with an ever-restless mind, came a man who'd gotten a bit over-zealous in his exploration. far he'd ventured from where he'd entered this territory, deep into the throes. it seemed so bleak, every inch coated in a blanket of soft snow. 

still bitter cold, still stagnant. cicero slinked through the powdered white, seemingly lost in thought, when a figure against the horizon caught his attention. golden, as if kissed by the sun itself, facing the clearing. and unaware; it unnerved him. a surprised stranger could be an angry one. 

half tempted to turn back and trod away, follow the fresh tracks his small paws had left, he'd stepped on a twig. a resounding crack that echoed through the silent woods.

he froze, his jaw tensing. ah, seems there's no escaping this one.

with an awkward clear of his throat, cicero spoke, his voice a low, accented rasp. "enjoying the view?"