The Duality of Light and Cold [Sam]

Bitter wind bit through his fur and sank to his bones. The morning dawned freezing and colder than anything Ashiel had felt so far in his wanderings. It seemed winter was refusing to go quietly and despite the bright late morning sun it may have well been dusk for all the warmth the light managed to give. Ashiel continued to stalk through the snow. The dip in temperature was rapidly making him decide to turn and head back to Auster after he navigated through a few more lands.

He eyed the glaciers that rose from the ground and debated trying to climb one to get a better view but at the same time he was also content to stay on sea level where the wind was surely not as cruel.  He strode toward one of the glaciers, though, and began to climb if only to fulfill his curiosity. The view would surely be worth the punishment.