King Elk Forest their fortunes for to try

there were scents along the treeline, but they were faint. a pack had once called this home—perhaps recently—but the claim had faded. no longer did these wolves have an iron-clad hold on the woods; still, wary of anything that could bring him and his daughter into conflict, he skirted the edge of the forest, careful not to tread too far into what could be hostile territory.

aditya had invited @Brook along for a stroll; they also needed to talk. what was to come next was up to both of them. they needed to make a decision—did they keep moving, fighting through the blizzard that had already lasted far too long for his liking? or should they hunker down and wait for the first birds of spring to emerge?

his paws crunched over the fresh white snow. it seemed as if there was a new layer to replace the old every day. the wind buffeted his pelt and chilled him to the bone, for even his winter coat was still too southern-thin for this cruel season. 

he stopped to glance around, looking for his daughter.