Dragoncrest Cliffs planet's mad

"You don't have to be rude," Merlin remarked simply and went past Coon to lead her up to the forest. While they were walking between the walls of cliffs on both sides, the wind was easy to weather, however, this changed, when they got out in the open. It felt as if the ice-cold gusts of wind tried to pull his skin off his bones and just shoot it in the ocean. At times he stopped to check the trajectory and then continued to walk on resiliently towards his goal. Now and then he would look over his shoulder to see, if his sparring buddy was still with him. 

Finally the reached the forest and, while the treetops swayed to the winds and the trunks creaked ominously, it was as Merlin had declared earlier: while it was snowing, the storm had run out of steam here. "Here we are," he told, turning around to face Coon. "Are you okay?"