The weather was turning, determined to fight valiantly against spring's inevitable approach. The drifting, blowing snow made travel even more difficult than winter normally did and lengthened their travel. He started to regret letting Auburn go ahead on his own, hoped dearly that he had made it safely to the Falls and that they wouldn't stumble across him frozen...
They had dipped under a shelf of stone and behind its solidified wall of water that kept the wind out no matter how hard it blew. Chan shook the snow from his pelt, stretched his tired, cold limbs and then looked to Flair. He'd let her choose where to rest, then curl up with her. The space would hopefully warm up quickly, and they could rest easy before setting out for the final leg of the trip.
"... I can't believe it's almost been a year," he found himself musing aloud before he could think better of it.