Meadowlark Prairie outta the woodwork

Weather: 14°F. Snow (3-7 in.) starting later this afternoon, continuing until tomorrow morning. Winter storm warning!

Dune stood on the edge of the thick forest, which he had finally managed to make his way out of. It had been an incredibly slow process, but he had emerged unscathed. Taking the advice of the wolf he had met there, he had changed his route and headed east, and it was here that he came out of the thicket and looked onto a wide expanse of seemingly endless snow. The sky overhead threatened to dump more snow on the earth, and Dune shuddered at the thought, even though it was so commonplace here. It had snowed every single day the past couple of weeks, and it wasn't showing any signs of letting up.

Instead of heading out directly into the middle of the prairie, Dune thought it best to linger just on the western edge, never losing sight of the thick forest he had come out of. He was in no hurry to dive back in, but if the weather got worse, he knew it would offer more shelter from the snow and wind.