Haunted Wood winter is coming

Referencing the storm warning on the weather bar, supposedly to hit at 3am Tuesday 10/1/18

The caldera might not have been too far from home but Mou was still weak, and likely would not be able to handle great distances even if he was in peak condition; so when he descended from the rolling cliffside and found himself back in the meadow, he was exhausted. His haunches had begun to tremble again — more out of this same tiredness and less because of his back injury — and overall, the boy began to worry. If he was gone for much longer then Maegi might start to wonder what was going on.

To top it all off, that incliment weather he had predicted wasn't rain, exactly. It had transitioned during his descent in to a freezing mix of water and ice, slicing through the air and eventually soaking him through by the time he was in the meadow. Without cover, Mou was at risk for all manner of ailments. He was very tired, but at the same time knew he needed to get back to the woods. The sky wasn't just overcast now — it was like a dense fog was rolling across the area and the rain continued tio slice in sheets.

Mou tried his best to find his way through the meadow, but by the time he saw the dark shape of a forest it was snowing. The sudden storm made it difficult to see, and all he could smell was the aroma of cold; his entire body was quaking by the time he passed through the fringe of the forest, and it was here that he collapsed against the unfurling roots of some distinguished trees, fighting the urge that had set in demanding that he curl up for the night.