Stone Circle my middle name, my goodbye

for @Valette

The sun had vanished behind the thick wall of clouds again, and Mawk's spirits dampened with the flurries of snow tipping like a sad celebration of confetti at a party that he wasn't invited to - he no longer appreciated winter for what it was, and started blankly at a pile of the cystals gathering at his paws, lowering down to let his breath steam over them, purely to watch the dusting melt and dissolve into nothing.

He felt like that sometimes, morbid as it was.

The scout moved onward, dragging his gaze across the white in search of something, anything else; his eyes were once filled with the burning of red fires, scorching flames and sparks of life that reached to the sky and danced with the stars. Now? Now they lay dull in his pallid skull, and the fiery amber had been quenched, drained. He wasn't quite sure he cared.

Now to find... something. He still didn't know what he was trying to find - Illecebra had always been his guide, but who was to lead him now?