Shadewood i wear my soul on my sleeve at night

the coast to his left, mountains to his right, and snow coming down all around him.  the protective canopy of the shadewood protected him from the majority of the onslaught of the blizzard, but it had been snowing for long enough that there was a buildup that he had to break it up with his powerful forelimbs to effectively move forward.  it was simple but tiresome work; broken from his meditative state, he stopped dissociating and landed back in his body to find somewhere to stop and rest.  a particularly large elm tree was his target, beneath it was a grouping of rock that would help shield him further from the weather.  paces later, he let the ancient trunk support his weight as his aching muscles were relieved of their duties for the time being.