Turtleback Lake i'm the strong one

Random Event: Marigold, you get caught in a snowstorm. All welcome!

Marigold had come out the edge of the redwood forests to hunt, and gotten lost in her tracking and assessing. When the storm hit, it caught her completely unawares. The wind picked up in great lashes, and the snow let loose all at once, creating a whiteout within minutes. She had tried to get back to the tree line, but then all markers were gone. Mar could see nothing, and keeping her eyes open not only exposed them to these harsh elements, it also dizzied and disoriented her.

She was stuck out in the open, and the only chance at shelter was to happen upon it.

"Fuck," she barked into the storm, the cold seeping into her fur and her nose and ears stinging.

'Pick a direction and walk,' Mar told herself, but she knew in her gut that it was unlikely she would manage a straight line in these conditions. Still, it was better to try than to just sit here and let herself freeze, wasn't it? Unless she wandered out into the tundra...

... or onto the ice of turtleback lake.

(This post was last modified: Mar 18, 2024, 02:27 AM by Marigold.)

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At first, Toklo went out to Marigold to try to talk to her some more. He hated to admit it, but Toklo had some feelings for her. The only problem was that every time that he tried to approach her, he would get more and more anxious to the point that he had to stop and turn away. "Why am I like this? I have talked to plenty of other females before! Go on and just talk to her!" he thought to himself.

As time went on though, the weather got worse and worse, and Toklo had wanted to stay near her to make sure that she was safe. Now, in the midst of the blundering winter snow storm, he tried to make out where she was. Due to. his excellent nose, he was able to keep track of her scent even in the middle of all the snow and other smells. He could tell that she was heading straight towards the lake. Running to her, Toklo tried to yell out "Marigold, wait! Don't go out there!", but was obscured by the sound of wind hitting the trees.

Pushing back the needles of the firs and pine trees, Toklo looked out at the edge of the lake to see Marigold standing right in the center were the ice would be at its weakest. He didn't make a move but instead screamed "Don't. move Marigold! I'll come to you!".

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All Marigold could here was the whipping of the wind and the static of the millions of heavy flakes it carried. She grit her fangs, hating her own indecision as much as the position she'd found herself in. It had been stupid to come this far at all, she should have known better, used her damned head for once...

Toklo's voice was entirely lost to her amongst it all. She took a breath, and made her choice. Mar strode forward, each paw placed pointedly straight in front of the other. Her best attempt at a straight path, while her head bowed and her eyes narrowed into slits to try and ward off the storm's lashing. If she watched only the ground beneath her, it was less dizzying.

If she had known he was out here without someone looking out for him too, her concern would have promptly flipped. Instead, she felt alone, and it showed as she sunk a little more into herself while she walked.