Gloves are comin' off [Kirsi]

*Ignatius* · 10-26-2018, 08:48 PM

Pressing further north meant finding actual snow, which crunched and popped softly under his paws with every step. At first he'd gone due north, but the weather got even colder that way so he started heading east where there was more plant life and hopefully more bearable weather. He was no explorer, but he'd have to be beyond apathetic to not be amazed and drawn in by the beauty of this place. He'd never explored northern lands before. So far they were beautiful, everything he hoped for and more - like a section of the world that was frozen in the winter season forever.

Sunset was fast approaching, the low evening light fading quicker than he would have liked. Originally he'd hoped to be bedded down for the evening, but he wasn't keen on stopping somewhere that lacked shelter so onward he went. The light reflected off of the pale rocks here, giving them a ghostly glow akin to the pale light of the moon or even his own coat. As the sun set his own pulsing fiery pelt would become the brightest patch in the area.

Everywhere he looked was filled with ghostly stones. The ancient riverbed went on seemingly forever, though far off ahead of him Ig thought he saw some cliff rising up. Perhaps a cave might be nestled in the base. He could hope at least. Marching forward at a leisurely pace, Ignatius scanned the horizon with curious mismatched eyes.

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