Overture Downs shepherd

The winter was ambling towards it's peak, but it was days like this when harsh winds were blown off of nearby waters that made the season so deadly. Amadeus had weathered open plains since he was a pup - the burn of the wind, the cold that cut through fur coats, he had never gotten used to it but he had learned to tolerate it.

He never would have left home had he not made that promise. Even now he had half a mind to turn back, but the consequences and his loyalties outweighed that desire.

Pushing through winds in a snowed over meadow, the wind battering his ears was enough to silence his surroundings. There was no guidance waiting for him here, no sign directing him to his next stop. He was forced to pause. What would his father do?

A moment passed, but soon Amadeus felt an answer boiling in his throat. His head flipped back, sending a steady and confident howl up into the sky. It was time to meet the residents of these lands.