Where did this crazy storm come from? The sharpness of winter and snow had already been a surprise to Coran but this was something else entirely. The storm was going from unpleasant to dangerous. He was following Regulus and suddenly glad for the man’s bright red coat. The white snow was flying so fast it was hard for Coran to see the end of his own muzzle much less anything past that. Even though it was suddenly hard to make out Regulars true shape and form there was no missing the blur of red.
The whole idea of getting to go on an adventure with his grandfather had sounded pretty great and as long as they got out of this ok it would just be that much better. When Regulus found them a cave and he was able to duck out of the barrage of snow and wind the boy nodded, taking a moment to shake out the layer of snow that had tried to make a home on his back. “Yeah, sure am grampa. Wow, is it normal to get this crazy up this way? Couldn’t hardly see anything aside from the snow.”
Stepping in farther as his eyes adjusted looking curiously at the walls, “Woah, hey look at these things.” All manner of markings were on the cave walls, the sorts of things that could get anyone’s mind imagining what they meant and certainly a pups.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think
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