Frostfire Ridge and those of you who are downtrodden

the early morning is chilly — though his fur does a well enough job of keeping it at bay. he might not've noticed if not for the reminding bites of it on his nose and the small curl of his breath; barely visible as it passes betwixt his lips but proof that the temperatures have dipped. even so; a heavy fog has settled over the glacier and its neighboring ridge, of which, wintersbane sent to explore.

he has not forgotten the search for rivenwood's worripa ...and doubts that the boy has found his way to this region of the wilds; though this is an assumption based upon the fact that he has not heard of nor seen a boy fitting that description. still, he searches, ( secretly ) glad to be out of the confines of the glacier for the first time in many, many moons.