Weather: Heavy freezing drizzle; 0°C, 33°F
Darkmoon's fur clung to his body, saturated with water. The rain was coming down heavily, and his thin frame shook violently from the cold. The winter had been harsh on him. Relentless ice and snow had sapped what little energy he had stored, and quickly stripped him of any new energy he managed to get in. He had just emerged from the tree line where the thick branches stopped most of the rain falling through, and into the downpour. He looked back at the forest with longing, but needed to cross the boulder field to get on his way. It was too cold this far north, and he knew he needed to move south to survive. Although he should have done this long ago, he had stayed, thinking it would warm up with the coming spring; however it had only grown colder, and he had no idea how long it would last.
Darkmoon placed a paw on the first boulder, and he instantly slipped. He whined, desperate to keep moving but worried about crossing the boulderfield now. His exhaustion was making him impatient and on edge, and this extra setback was only making him more frustrated. Tossing any plans to the wind, he gritted his teeth and stepped onto to the first rock. His paws slipped slightly but he held on. Breathing a sigh of relief, he smiled inwardly to himself. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. He clambered onto the next rock then the next, but quickly came upon a boulder that was too large to climb onto. He looked around himself for the best path to take, but the heavy rainfall was obscuring his vision and made everything grey. Darkmoon shook out his fur, and with the water briefly out of his eyes, he thought he saw a path that went slightly downwards. With no other choice he tentatively took a step down. This was going to take longer than he hoped.