buffa-whooo?

Winter was a particularly nasty time of the year for the central areas of Boreas. At times, it felt as if the more Fenrir's Maw reached toward the skies, the more it would snow. Frozen flakes swirled down from the dark skies, piling up all over the land. Constantly wet, constantly cold, constantly shivering. There was hardly a moment when she didn't feel soaked to the bone. Her teeth chattered and her toes were numb. After a while, she got used to it. Clad in a newer animal pelt that fit snugly over her limbs to help ward off the frigid temperatures, she would brave the outside world.

Today was nastier than others. Unable to see over drifts of snow, it continued to fall and fall as the day went on. Truly, Delphi couldn't tell if it was morning, afternoon, or evening. Had the day gone by without her even realizing it? The only reason she had decided to go out was in search of some herbs and berries. Tenshi and Ulmaria had warned her that she wouldn't find much this time of the year, but Delphi disagreed. She was small. She could dig through the deep snow to find plants that were frozen enough that they could be thawed and then dried. At least, that was her plan.

Taking Binti and Manny with her, the trio of animals made their way slowly down the slopes of Fenrir's Maw toward the knolls. Rolling hills usually a beautiful green color full of large bison turned to white mounds as if giant polar bears were sleeping all over the valley. Behind her, Binti would grumble and complain while Manny was happy to be following along. An odd trio of animals, but they worked out nonetheless. Delphi would occasionally toss a look over her shoulder at the companions with snarky remarks before suddenly falling into a deep spot in the snow. Completely hidden, Binti and Manny freaked out until she could dig and climb her way out. The cycle continued until they found a small grove of trees out in the middle of the knolls.

There they took a break as the hail began to fall. While hail wasn't anything unusual, these ones seemed large. They felt large and painful as they pelted their coats. Huddling up next to a tree, Delphi frowned. How were they supposed to go digging for plants if the hail was going to be tumultuous like this? Frustrated, the girl steps out into the hail. Her eyes squint as she ducks down and tries to avoid the painful plunks against her face. Turning to her companions, she waves at them to stay put until she can find a good place. As she walks out and away from the trees, the hail continues to worsen as the minutes go by.