The snow was thick in the forest. He was aware that the trees could only keep so much out. His breath escaped him in thick wisps as he moved about the area just outside of Hearthwood. There were no plants for him to look for with so much snow caking the lands. Which meant he was rather useless in his usual line of work. Perhaps he could have made himself useful as a guardian but then again he wasn't one for pushing his weight around.
Deep in thought, he chewed on his cheek with a certain nervousness. How would he fair through the winter? Picking right from Lachesis' stash certainly wasn't very professional. Granted he had made the awful mistake of heading off on his own when the plants were dying down.
im wrapping up current threads before sending him off.