I'm not a woman, I'm a god

ooc; I believe there is snow. If not I can totally change the post!

He had ventured into these lands a day or so ago. And the auburn man already disliked the weather. He was accustomed to so much warmer paces that the snow that had begun to stick to his pelt and stack in small balls that stood out against his colors. He was a thorn in the eye amongst the white that surrounded him. His bright honey eyes had been looking for shelter for quite some time now and when they fell on the opening of a cave they glistened with excitement. He had yet to settle down and look for fruit to make himself a drink. Being sober wasn't something he liked much. So with a quickened trot he hurried forward and in a few instants he was inside the cave, his feet on solid, not so cold ground.

Whiskey shook his fur and tried to get as much of the snow off as possible. A few low huffs slipped past his dark lips and formed small white clouds in front of his muzzle. Ears twitched slightly and the man moved forward, further into the cave. With each step he took towards the inside of this unknown place, the curiosity inside him grew and grew, so he didn't stop, but continued on.

It seemed forever before his eyes spotted a light in the distance of the cave. Did he walk in circles? With a sadly sober head tilted to the side he moved without hesitation and when the cave opened up, his eyes fell on the back of another, staring at what lay ahead. He halted at a good distance behind and cleared his throat rather loudly to make sure he was noticed and not cause anyone a heart attack or worse get into a fight.