Meadowlark Prairie outta the woodwork

She insisted on leaving, and Dune huffed. He was not about to risk his own life to save somebody else, and he did not see why anybody else would do so for him. The wind began to pick up, and then the snow began to fall, and Dune had a strong feeling she was going to be stuck out there in the storm. He was even gladder now that he had not gone far from the trees, as he began to head deeper into the thicket for shelter.

The whiteout conditions made it impossible to see if she had returned or not. Dune sighed and shook his head. She should not have gone out there.