Moonspear i don't wanna die

Rannoch squinted against then snowfall, finding it difficult to focus on the path ahead. He turned to Terance, blinking rapidly to free himself of the snowflakes that had gathered in his eyelashes. "Hopefully not long," he replied, his voice upbeat. "Although I think Liffey or you would be a much better judge of that," he admitted with a grin, "You know, I'm to smart when it comes to stuff about the sky." Although Liffey had done her best to teach Rannoch, he wasn't the best at retaining the information. 

Like Terance, Rannoch had become reclusive due to the weather. Although his plush pelt protected him from the chilly weather, Rannoch did not find pleasure in traveling in the snow. He much preferred the warmer months of the year, where every step didn't take a massive amount of effort to achieve.