Silverlight Terrace feral roots

The late snow of a mid-spring was a nuisance, easily putting a damper on the plans he had forged for the day. But he should have known it was coming from the way the clouds had moved in, the way that the damp air turned cold... yet mother nature always surprised. Even with the late snowfall, it did little to dampen the fires and tempers that burned within the heart of the mountain, and he sought a short jaunt to ease his own feelings.

It had been on the outskirts of the forest that he first thought he had seen a glimpse of @Hydra, only to discredit it. She had been left content to doze somewhere far warmer and with one of her trio of sisters absent from the mountainside, he decided it was @Lyra. Wherever she was off to was beyond him, but considering that their paths had not crossed at length for some time, he couldn't avoid falling in to trail her northward.

By the time the forests were behind him, he had lost sight of her in the poor visibility. Here, the snow seemed to cascade to one side, and a pale, ghastly haze greeted him as he picked up her scent in a fast covering path. He called for her, a sharp bark stolen away in the gale, and continued ahead ever curious of what drew her out.