Signal Fire

He pushed through the whipping wind and snow, his eyes narrowed and his head lowered. Eura clung desperately to his back, piling under as much of his fur as she could, her small body shivering desperately as snow falling off the gale continued to pile onto her.

Rogdar raised his head slightly, peering through the pelting snow at a small discoloration of darkness. It could have been a cave, but it just as easily could have been an unusually dark rock that only appeared to be sanctuary. With few other options however he decided to take the gamble and pressed through the snow, heading toward the small smudge of darkness.

He nearly collapsed after he stepped into the considerably warmer shelter, a soft chuckle escaping him as the wind whistled furiously behind him, as if begrudging the loss of a plaything. Eura jumped down from his fur and shook out her soaked fur as her companion did the same. He looked around the cave briefly and into the pitch darkness beyond the stalagmites. There was a smell to it; something distant but entirely unknown to him, an oily scent and distantly of burned trees after a forest fire. Where exactly was he?