This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

Ashiel growled in frustration, his ears pinned back to his head to help protect them from the freezing wind that was howling down from the north. He'd gotten turned around thanks to a fever and now he was stuck in a snow storm. He cursed himself for not leaving sooner. At this rate he was going to be stuck in the north all winter and then he'd never figure out what his dreams meant. He needed to speak with Serene badly but the weather was just not cooperating with him. To make matters worse he was stuck in the frozen field where there was very little in the way of shelter. He maneuvered across the slippery slopes, trying his best to be careful until his paws suddenly went out from under him and he went tumbling down the slope, landing with a thud in a pile of snow.

"Talk"