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Weather: 11°F, mostly cloudy.

Dune had given up on going east. The snow was too heavy, the winds were too strong, and so he had made his way back through Bramblepoint and out the western edge. The mountain where he had met the black temptress loomed ahead, but he instead chose the valley just south of there as his next destination. It had been snowing most of the morning, but the winds were under control, and the mountains helped to block some of the worst gales.

Once he had found a suitable place, Dune let his haunches fold and he sat down on the snow, bright blue eyes blinking at the bright landscape around him.