Shelter

Walk | Talk | Think

The wintry weather had hardly abated by the time they reached the edge of the Glaciem territory. Snow didn't fall from the sky, but winds continued to pick up the uppermost layer of it that sat upon the ground and blew it around them, crating a flurry that was difficult to see through at times. Mercianne stuck close to Toprak, still rather nervous about losing her friend somewhere in the disorienting mess of the storm and hoping that they might reach their destination without getting separated. So far they had done well, their quick paws and close proximity preventing the snows from losing them, but with them now creeping up on the border to her pack's territory Merci's new worry was crossing that invisible barrier without realizing and incurring some sort of punishment for her friend.

"We should be close," she said above the noise of the wind, dark brown eyes squinted while she continued to move them closer and closer to the lands where she lived. The fact the weather was causing the whole snowy scene to look unfamiliar and foreign was no help. Had the winds been calm, she would have had no trouble whatsoever locating the edge of the Glaciem lands, would have had no worries about crossing the border unintentionally. As they neared, her steps slowed, her attention focused upon the snowfield that stretched before them. If she could barely recognize where she was upon the border then how was she to find them shelter once they got there?

She started to worry, her ears folding back against her head as they moved while she continued to look about expectantly for something - anything - that might help her regain her bearings. Help came in the form of a tree. It was isolated, mostly covered in snow, but with a definable curve to its trunk from the winds that typically raced across this area of the territory. Mercianne stared at it attentively, her steps hurrying once again toward it, and with relief she saw the dark figure of the mountainside creeping up into view behind it. They had crossed the border into Glaciem territory, but she hoped they were still near enough to it not to cause an alarm. "I know where we can go," she piped up, her voice easy and relaxed once again with a small, matching smile on her face. She continued to lead him past the tree and toward the mountain's base, pacing along its side in search of a gap or crevice where they might wait out the storm before letting someone know of their new visitor.