Shimmering Sands whale's way

Entering the treeline, it was immediately warmer there. The slicing wind was broken up by the tall, withstanding tree trunks and their claws could actually touch the earth beneath the powdery layers instead of just more compacted snow.

Fjall brightened, giving his frost-limned coat a good shake. It’s possible, but this place does not seem familiar… His words trailed off as he looked around them. To be fair, everything smells like snow right now. Maybe I’ll know this place if we visit after snowmelt. The boy chuckled a little, tail waving.

Oh, hey, that could be a good spot! He had picked out the thickest-looking tree in their vicinity and now pawed at its base, freeing a patch of roots from the clench of snow. Can we both fit behind this one? he asked, squeezing in and beckoning Ariadne to snuggle in for a test of the shelter.