Well... shit.

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Torin had decided it was time, he had to brave the worse elements to see if he could find his nephew and Pegasus, eager to make sure they were also alright. It was likely they'd have also evacuated but with no real way of knowing where exactly they'd have gone, he'd decided to at least start at the lands they'd last occupied. So Torin walked, shoulder's hunched against the cold and the wind. His breathing labored as he mostly inhaled choking ash. He should have seen if there was anything he could have worn to help filter the air... Too late now though.

He stopped as the bone trees materialized out of the dark ash. He narrowed his gaze, he'd never liked this land but he had to admit he'd rather be here than even further into the cold lands. He leaned down to try and catch a hint of the pack scent, looking for any sign of members migrating, a considerable challenge with the air thick with the scent of smoke.