Tired and cold paws heaved the wolf forward with a begrudging grunt, his body peppered with snow that contrasted against silvered pelt. The far North, where Serpentine had roamed to find his family after no luck at any of the locations behind him. And here he arrived, to a white wasteland with thick icicle spears sticking up from the ground. A cold air harassed his face and body constantly, forcing him to pin back his ears for protection against the biting chill whipping at his features. Not a soul seemed to cross his path in this Northern land of snow, pawprints only made by Serpentine as he struggled to cross the wasteland of ice and powdery snow.
Heaving a billowing plume of air, the man took another step and sighed, soon having doubts of finding his remaining family. Luckily, Jade was found in the West and since then, the male had traveled North in search of Lorne and his parents. Stopping his push into the wasteland, he turned around to look behind him at the leading pawprints following him. Fur rustled by constant breeze, chilling his skin underneath the thick fur wrapping his body. Was there a point to this trek, was there anything left to search this far North? Serpentine stood in his place, locked by concerning thoughts and questions making him rethink his whole journey.
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