Winter was normally a fun time for the dark-coated man. Today it wasn't so much fun. He had somehow found himself in a place that had apparently been burned at one point. There were dark stumps sticking up here and there with clumps of snow sitting on them. Which by themselves weren't the problem. The problem was the stuff that was hidden underneath the snow. The ground seemed to be uneven, to begin with, and then there was the stumps, twigs, and even clumps of grass, that were hidden underneath a fluffy layer of snow.
Sen couldn't remember ever tripping this much on any given day. His legs ached with every step as he always seemed to land on them in an awkward position. Now for perhaps one of the few times in his life, he wished he was smaller, light enough that he wouldn't go through the snow. Standing in the middle of what he considered some sort of torture landscape he considered his options. Walk and keep tripping or stay put. Neither option was one he liked. A frown pulled at his lips as he stared at a random stick that poked out in front of him. Something he more than likely would have tripped over if he hadn't stopped.
Reaching for it he violently pulled the stick from it's hiding spot and began the process of venting his frustration. Tearing it apart and biting it into small pieces, before shaking apart the small bits that clung desperately to each other. It had felt good to tear something apart but it didn't stop the ache and it sure didn't get him out of this forsaken place. Dropping into the now messy snow and wood strewn pieces he curled himself into a tight ball to glare at his surroundings.
For now, he would give his legs a break before continuing on and out of this place.