zephyrhills

Snow fell upon the phantoms back as he moved up the mountain. Mismatch eyes squinted as he made sure to watch where he stepped. The terrain was rigid and cold, the snow built upon the earth which made him blind to what may lie beneath. At first his adventure seemed simple but now it was growing cold and the male was not a fan of snow in the slightest. A little grumble escaped his chest as he stubbornly carried on. Why would he turn back now if he had already endured thus far? Thus, the beast allowed large paws carry his lean form upward in silence.

As the heathen moved onward his pink and blue gaze picked up on an interesting sight. The form of a sleeping Wolf surrounded and peppered with unforgiving snow. He saw little movement and his frosty nose hardly picked up on a scent. It seemed this one had been laying for a while. The male's curiosity could not allow himself to pass up a chance to meet a new Wolf, thus he moved towards it's location. Stopping at about five tail lengths away Hannibal leaned downward. He faced her and attempted to gain eye contact as his chapped lips offered a stinging smile. "It is daring to slumber within these harsh elements." Not even he would dare sleep in the snow, even if it meant wandering to find a makeshift den for the night. "Do you have a death wish?" The male's question was cruel but it was a true inquiry. Perhaps this Wolf did not have a care in the world.