Silver Creek from keyboard man in a rocking ska band

he moved toward their borders with stiff limbs and a surly expression. the cold just seemed to get colder; he couldn't catch a break from any of it. though there were moments when the sun would stream down on them, they were only fleeting. it seemed that for every few moments of sunlight they received, there were hundreds more of dark clouds and whipping winds. he had started to wonder why they'd even opted to settle there in the first place.

with a full tank, he was aiming to cross where he knew the ice was thickest. it was there that he caught sight of an unfamiliar shape. his brows furrowed and his posture stiffened considerably. with a shudder against the touch of the cold, harrison released a warning chuff to the brute attempting to cross. it was of little concern to him if the stranger fell in. he was more concerned with what would happen if he got across and into their intended claim.