Silver Moraine field and fountain, moor and mountain

When exploring a new territory, there was a sense of adventurer also riddled with an enigma of danger. Today was no exception to that unwritten rule. Above and beyond dark clouds loomed ahead, giving hints of a storm that might come. And while such a faint conclusion was enough for a wise wolf to find shelter from the monsterous weather that could come, Epic decided to live up to his heroic name; this could either be epic failure, disaster or ..fun.

At this moment he wished he would have followed his gut instinct to find shelter. Slowly he was parading down a barren area where once traces of ice were carved into the slippery stones. Each step was taken carefully because one mistake could cause him to end up in a world of hurt. In the distance up ahead there was the outline of a shadow-y figure who could be the faint traces of another wolf. Narrowing his eyes a little to see the image more clearly didn't help much.

Hello? Helloooooooo? Epic shouted out loud, shattering the silence as he called. His voice had traces of curiosity but also helplessness. He was in a stormy situation that could, potentially, turn out a lot worse.