Weather brings us together

There was a chill in the air as a lone silver figure made his way across the Buffalo Knolls in the direction of the Northern Mines. Specter had managed to pick at a buffalo carcass, chomping the meat down eagerly. He wasn't normally one for scavenging, but the meat was there, he was hungry, and overhead the clouds were gathering in an angry gray mass. His gaze shifted to the skies, expecting rainfall any moment. Given how cold Boreas had become with the changing season, and it nearing winter, the last thing he wanted was to get caught in the rain.

So he set his sights on the rocky formation that loomed in the distance. He wasn't overly familiar with the place but he had hopes that there was a cave or something of the sort he could hide in while the weather was bad. The wind around him blew, tugging at his fur and making him shiver. He had never been fond of the cold but, as he grew older, he favored it less and less. Maybe he should have been traveling south rather than north.

Pale eyes kept focus on the horizon as the rain began to fall. Sure enough it was freezing cold, and Spec shivered as the drops of water hit his face. Here's hoping he found a cave soon!