On the Oregon trail

Lachlan was far from the most impressive man, and he knew the fact better than what the eye could see. Especially now that he was being buffeted by the wind. He could hardly keep his paws beneath him and he hoped he wouldn’t be forced off the edge. He was totally alone out here, even a glimpse of the stranger gave the young man hope. His dull claws dug into the ice so he could keep his balance. The wind and snow whipped around his face, but his icy silver eyes could see the massive man turn around once he called.

He lucked out and managed to catch the words over the wind as the stranger drew closer and lowered himself. He used his body to partially block the hurricane force winds. Lachlan wasn’t sure if he had ever been so cold in his life, and he quickly regretted having come out this way. ”Well, I’m not dead at least.” He had to practically yell to get his voice to carry over the sound of the wind in his ears. ”I’m certainly regretting this decision now.” He went on, but his expression said how grateful he was to the brilliant furred stranger.