Deepwood Weald Little weasels with tails of white

Snow was coming to the territory. The weasels and ermine were mostly white now, so with those thoughts in mind. Rodyn headed towards the gigantic forest, where his once friend had lived and loved. He wondered after Astraios often, hoping that the male was happy and healthy wherever he maybe.

Ro sighed softly and followed the grooves in the ground, eyes on the horizon. Nose to the ground. There were many tiny furred creatures here, and he would have what he needed. Two were fairly easy to roust. They hung from his shoulders like a bloody coat of winter.

He briefly wondered if @Heph was near. It would be nice to have another on such a hunting trip as this. He couldn't wait to gather all he needed for the bride price. He was so close. Everything, but the ermine were packed away, nicely. He had even wrestled with Aiolos.