anyone out there?

The Raid King had told Rivin he would help her. Unlike his wife, he had absolutely no clue what plants would be helpful to transplant to the Isle. He would try either way and if he ended up bringing back some wildflowers, at least they would add color and entice pollinators to live there. Making his way with his companion, Urtur, he traveled at a rather leisurely pace. A thin cloak made from bearskin lay across his shoulders to keep the bitter cold from digging into his skin. Grey clouds similar to the color of his own fur covered the sky. The sun hadn't shown in days and it seemed as if the snow would never stop falling. His tracks were quickly covered by the next round of snow. He could hear Urtur grumbling behind him about being wet and cold, but he chose to ignore the wolverine.

Instead, he stopped them at the top of the gulley. Looking down on the snow-covered hills, his brow furrowed. Well, how was he supposed to find plants when it was covered in snow? Why he hadn't thought of this before venturing out made him feel a tad stupid. But, he hadn't exactly expected all of this snow either. Living further south and on the Isle, the snowfall hadn't quite made it out over the water yet so he hadn't known it was that bad already. Exhaling a sort of disappointed grunt, he glances at Urtur before making his way down the hill. "Still have to try," he murmured to Urtur as they made their way to a grove of trees.