Finally, winter was coming to an end. Songs of migratory birds had begun to fill the air, subsequently filling Lugh's ears with promises of spring. Winter had been hard on the pack, and it was with a heavy hearts that the last two members of Crow Gulch marched on out of there. He and Ryka had met last fall, and having become good friends they joined the ranks of Crow Gulch once winter set in. Lugh hadn't expected the famine that had struck the land, and ironically, crows were the only thing left at the old Gulch now. He would miss those who were gone, and idly he wondered how his family had fared through the winter. He had considered returning back to his birth home, but there had to be more to the world and Lugh hadn't yet seen it all. There was a life out there for him, and as unfortunate were the circumstances that lead to this nomadic trek, Lugh took it as a sign to move forward, rather than backwards.
Lugh glanced back towards his traveling companion, slowing his step until he was walking even beside Ryka. It was hard to believe how much they had been through already, but he was glad they had both made it out alive. The vast countryside was lonely enough as it was. "We're almost there," he assured her, even though Lugh had no idea just where 'there' was. He didn't even know where they were at the moment, but he knew there had to be something better out there for the pair of vagrants. All they had to do was find it.
Gradually the forest grew thinner and began to slope downwards, and Lugh's keen nose caught notes of mud and algae, telltale signs of a water source. He licked at his lips in anticipation of a drink of liquid, rather than frozen, water, and idly he wondered if any sort of edible creatures might be mingling around such a watering hole. His empty stomach rumbled audibly at the thought, and he nudged Ryka's shoulder with his forehead. "Ey, maybe we'll find something to eat up ahead!" He grinned as he picked up pace, galloping onward and expecting her to follow suit.