Askan usually didn't mind winter but when it was like this, cold and biting, he had to agree with his mate that it was absolutely fucking shit. Heading out during a snowstorm hadn't been the smartest of moves, really it was pretty damn stupid, but if he had to spent a moment more with that stink he'd go insane, lose what few marbles he had left these days. In his defence, the weather hadn't been this ferocious when he'd set out in the early hours of the morning. It'd been snowing heavy, when he looked up at the sky he saw nothing but white, but the air had been relatively still, calm. Not for long though, apparently the weather was as changeable as Askan's temperament. So there he was, ducking against the roaring wind as he shuffled through the forest, hoping to find some form of shelter before he lost any of his extremities.
As luck would have it, there was a dark blur ahead. He pushed on, kicking up snow until he felt ice beneath his paws. He slowed, his claws digging down to stop himself from slipping, and took a minute to try and figure out where he was. If it wasn't for all the swirling white he would have no doubt recognised this place, remembered that this is where there legacy of Shallows Edge began. But in that moment all he saw was a cave, somewhere he could hide from the storm till it passed.
Stepping into the darkness, he shook the layer of snow off his coat and huffed as his tail fell back down, limp between his legs. What a shit show, but at least he was out the cold for now.