He was lost. Completely and utterly lost. Every turn seemed to take him further from wherever he wanted to be. While he never truly had a goal in mind he wasn't sure that he had found the place he wanted to be. The field had been boring after a bit, the mountain to awful, and the woods down south were unsettling. The voice of Enoki telling him to go north was somewhere in his mind. So that's what he did or at least it was what he thought he was doing. Some things looked the same blanketed in snow. The places that could get sunlight felt more slushy than actual snow. It seemed that winter didn't want to let go just yet.
His day had been spent wandering about. A gross drizzle had him damp. To top it off it seemed that the lands had grown colder than it had been the past few days. Mathuin certainly wasn't a healer but he was positive if he didn't find shelter soon he'd get some sickness from the wet cold. He had been following some creek for some time now but it didn't seem to be getting him anywhere. Perhaps he could find somewhere to bed down by it. A tree's roots or even a hollowed out log.
The large yearling went to work on a search for a temporary den. He awkwardly shuffled about while his green eyes squinted to block out the drizzle. It was times like this that he regretted ever leaving Crooked Stream in the first place.
"speech"Astrid & Mathuin
The Adventuring Peanuts