Leotie had been out by her tree watching the ice that had formed on the steam next to it. She'd been hunting already and she'd done a patrol so she didn't have much else that she wanted to do until later. All through her work she had noticed that sky and that it seemed like a storm of some kind was blowing in. She kept a close eye on it as she worked but once she settled down under the tree she didn't see how the sky changed or the weather.

It wasn’t until the sounds of the blizzard reached her ears. The Willow above her creaking and it's bare limbs whipping around, the snow was falling so fast that she couldn't see in front of her. Just as she thought she heard Sven's voice faintly above the loudness of the storm a burst of wind sent snow into her face.

The Agouti woman didn't move, what if she got lost. This wasn't fog but it was just as bad maybe even worse. She could get lost trying to find her way back to the den. Then she would wander away from the willows and maybe never find her way back. Her ear flicked again when she thought she heard Sven's howl through the din of the storm. She was afraid to move from under the tree but she knew she couldn't stay there. With a sigh she rose to her feet and listened for Sven's howl once more.

Leotie didn't move quickly she would move a few steps before listening for Sven. She repeated this process trying to find him through the blizzard.