Moonspear i don't wanna die

this weather did not sit well with terance. it was cold and stormy and forced him to sleep in a den-- something he'd long given up for the airy outdoors. he could lay outside and stare at the sky until he fell asleep... it was perfect. inwardly, terance wondered if maybe being cooped up in a den had caused all that emotional nonsense-- he hadn't been able to sleep outside under the stars, maybe it fucked around with his emotional wellbeing? erhm, probably not. 

though the clouds covered the night sky, they didn't prevent him from patrolling, and so terance set off with @Rannoch that morning as always to tend to the southern border. "how long do you think this'll hold up?" the yearling asked, eyes crossing to view the mound of snow that had begun piling on his nose. he shook it off with a quick sneeze, then focused back on the path ahead of them, thick snowflakes plopping to the ground before them. heavy motherfuckers, is what they were.