Big Salmon Lake at the end of the day

✴A slurry had fallen from the sky overnight. What had started out as a dusting of silver-white snow had melted by the early morning and as Revui descended the mountain he found the soil had turned to mud more than anything. He disliked the feeling of the cold mud against his toes but continued; he wanted to get away from the mountain for an hour or two. Perhaps if he went far enough east he would find Yami's path—and this kept him going, until he scented water in the air, and found himself on the banks of a lake. He took a deep breath, tasting the crisp chill of the lake water but finding no indication of his sibling there. It should've been a good sign; at least he hadn't found a body.