Sleepy Fox Hollow you know sir, if you ever lose your way

@Cyclone

time (and imrathil) steadily marched forward. in recent weeks the wilds had undergone its months-long transformation - from shriveling and waning, to becoming covered in plains of immutable snow. imrathil had more than once cursed the thick blanket of wintry slush, finding it impeded his progress south.

it also made for exhaustive traveling. the thick snowpack, combined with fierce gales, had caused imrathil to expend energy he could scarcely afford. he was relieved when he entered the sheltered fortress of what appeared to be a quiet hollow; the trees here were plentiful and dark, and imrathil rested his tired body under the eaves of a gnarled conifer bough in the hopes to catch brief rest.