White. That was all Hexamora could see as her gaunt frame pushed through the blistering winds that ripped and grappled at her pale fur, pushing the strands in every direction imaginable while snow flurries whirled around and pummeled at the surface of her face. This left a constant stinging sensation as the little pieces of ice clung to the lashes above her eyes, leaving a tiny kiss of sheer cold before being whisked away by the same wind that deposited them. Where was she anyways? The last thing she knew or remembered at least was that she was somewhere in the deep forest and had been flirting it up with a strange golden man before the blizzard hit. There was no way for her to know if she was still in the general vicinity with the world around her lacking any color or distinct landmarks. She was sure she would have stumbled into a tree or a few by now with the way the wind kept knocking her around, but alas she found herself floundering like a newborn pup through a vast expanse of nothingness. Joy.
Lost, and directionless not knowing up from down anymore the ivory woman trudged on, enduring the bone chilling, bipolar side of mother nature to the best of her abilities. "I've got to find shelter.." She spoke aloud to herself, dipping her head down to wipe her face with her paw for the millionth time as she felt the irritating and sadly repetitive sting of ice hitting skin. The woman knew she needed to find shelter, but how was she to look for a place to wait out the storm if she couldn't even see? This irked Hexamora and a loud rumble of her chest voiced it so in the form of a growl for nobody but herself to hear. With the high powered winds, she was surprised even herself was capable of hearing the noise. The current predicament definitely was an unsettling one, no sound but that of the whirling winds groaning in her ear and no sight but a wall of white to greet her bi-colored eyes. All there was left for her to do was start digging and hope her paws didn't freeze in the process. If she could manage to make a suitable makeshift den to wait out the blizzard she stood a chance at surviving the day. Or not. It was hard to tell what point in the day it was.
So she got to work digging furiously at the freezing collection of fresh powder and actually made quick work of the soft material reaching the moistened soil of the earth and began to dig through that until there was a hole just big enough for her small frame to wiggle in and still have enough room to at least turn around if need me. Not wanting to be caught out in this weather any longer she quickly dove in, almost instantly greeted by a faint warmth that began to melt the flurries that stuck to her dampened coat. Now the only thing she could do was wait. Wait for the never ending onslaught of snow and wind to come to an end. During her wait the woman in white found herself slipping into a deep slumber, head nestling into the fluff of her tail for added warmth. Hours passed, or minutes; how was she suppose to know, her eyes slowly fluttering open to greet the pale morning light that filtered into her makeshift den through the opening she had dug. Finally it seemed the storm was over and she didn't want to waste another moment being left uncertain about her surroundings.
Rising quickly to her feet, Hexamora shook the sleep from her pelt and bounded out into the fresh layer of snow that blanketed everything, her eyes squinting to adjust to the change of light that met her gaze. Once adjusted they scanned the winter wonderland around her. From the looks of things it appeared to be that she managed to wander into the depths of a ravine, nothing impressive to be seen but shrubs and an abundance of trees which she was dumbfounded by the fact she had not managed to collide face first into a couple of them. All in all she was left in another unknown part of the lore alone. Or was she? Had someone else managed to get swept up in the blizzard's wrath?