Quick as the faux-spring had come it had gone back away. Rowan considered himself lucky that he had begun to climb the foothills of the mountain when the snow had briefly cleared. He was already within spitting distance of the descent to Lost Lake when the snow had started in on him the evening prior. Now it coated the entire world like a suffocating white blanket, drowning out scents and sounds and leaving him to cope with his thoughts on his own.
There was a pack smell here, one which he considered with a flick of his tongue against his nose as he moved through the valley toward the water. Perhaps he could ask them if they'd seen his wayward daughter. Or he could just gather some information regardless - for an eventual homing ground, if it came to that. He let the thoughts agitate in his brain as he moved closer toward the smell, then became distracted by something bright and colorful against the monochromatic backdrop. A string of red color in his peripheral vision, almost like a constellation pointing... where?
His gaze held captivated on the red berries, a stark contrast to the snow-coated landscape and the dark barren branches. In the springtime purple flowers would bloom to warn wolves away from the deadly nightshade, but now they looked festive... pretty... tempting. He nosed one, sniffing at the sick-sweet smell that lay just beyond the skin of the berry. His dark ears slicked against his salt-and-pepper skull, swinging his muzzle away from the temptation quickly. He had lived long enough to know that when the smell was equal parts painful and inviting, it wasn't worth the risk.
The Attaya shied away from the plants and moved out toward the lake. Gently placed steps lead him down the snow-coated bank to the edge of the body. He was lucky to have wound up on the side where the water wasn't completely frozen, a feat he didn't take for granted as he lowered his head and lapped at the icy water to replenish his energy for the continued search.