Mako found his way back easily enough even with the heavy blanket of white that enshrouded the land. The monadnock had been found empty, nothing more than an abandoned cairn in the middle of an ocean of white. Slightly disappointing, but not overly upsetting to the boy. Their stay in the tundra had been brief, and he cared little for the featureless landscape.
As the young Coho's path curved south, it seemed his good fortune since leaving the coast finally ran out. Strong winds pushed his broad form this way and that, and even with his thick winter coat the cold managed to seep in and set his teeth chattering. If he couldn't get out of this blizzard soon, he knew it might spell the end for him. The spirits were very obviously displeased with him.
Cursing his luck under his breath, Mako dragged himself forward, one paw before the other trying to make what little progress he could. He very nearly missed the tear in the earth that opened up in the ground before him, a dark streak between the snow. It would have been a nasty thing to fall down, but his eyes narrowed as he regarded the chasm. This near-accident could very well save his hide.
Steeling himself with a deep breath, Mako carefully clambered down into the earth's maw. His eyes blinked owlishly as he adjusted from the blinding white of the blizzard to the almost complete darkness of the cavern.