Heck.
Elias was lost, wasn't he? Not just a little, or a smidge, it was a whole damn lot. He couldn't see where he was, there was nothing but swirling white and biting cold. Thick coat be damned, he was freezing, shivering and vibrating like the strings of a harp. When he'd climbed down the mountain it had been snowing, but it'd only been a drizzle! Totally manageable. But this? It was bad, really bad, and no matter which direction he turned he couldn't tell which way was left or right. Which way would lead him closer to home, or further from it.
Squinting-he looked remarkably like his cousin when he did so- Elias dropped his rabbit to the ground. He'd been stumbling about for hours, he had to be close to somewhere. Anywhere. All he needed was to find a landmark to orient himself, figure out how far he was from the mountain and then head back towards its looming shadow. It sounded easy, like recounting the alphabet in his mind and it would have been if it hadn't been for this damn snowstorm!
And look, he was losing his cool, thinking bad words. Ugh, what would the others think of him?