Short, vague intro post... @Chulyin @Naira @Mapplethorpe
How far had they traveled? How long had they walked? Quick could not judge anything accurately, but she knew that - careful step by careful step - they were getting somewhere. Eventually the weight of the goat, shared between the two of them, had become habituated. Same had the cold, winter air, whose sting she no longer actively felt though her eyes continued to water every time the breeze picked up. The trees began to coil, ice-coated branches extending up and down, catching her fur on one end and weaving together over head on the other. Her pale ears twitched on occasion to the sound of something else, but the truth was they had been largely alone on their journey there. If one sought solace regarding this violent winter they would be happy to know its cruelty was spared for none. It seemed even the birds were dead - the ones that hadn't flown out when they had the chance, anyway. The silence would be deafening if it weren't for those angry winds that rattled the branches from time to time, raining icy snow on the achromatic pair.
Then all at once the air began to change, denying that the winter wasteland was as empty as she thought. A scent began to rise out of the icy landscape, one that she was able to place in the dark wolf's fur after a deep inhale. A chill crept into her bones out of instinct. Loners did not do well by the borders of a pack, especially not when resources were so scarce. Worse than puppy season, Quick imagined. Out of the corner of her eyes she shot her companion a half-nervous glance, searching for some sort of direction though she didn't dare voice a concern. She had trusted him during the hunt, and trusted him for the journey there, and she would just have to continue to trust him now. And if anything else, she trusted her feet to carry her far away from danger. For now she would continue to follow his lead, both eyes wide open.