
Storm stood slowly, his stiffened bones and joints frozen from the harsh winters night. A small crook in the tree trunk would have sufficed, if it hadn't of snowed during the night. Large clumps of ice stuck to his fur as the mound he had created began to move. Large claws pushed their way out and into the outside world, while cold an snappy wind whipped through his fur, removing any remains of snow. Winter, to say the least, was not Storm's favourite time of year.
Heaving his bulk up, the brute allowed a small sigh to escape his mouth only to met with birds knocking snow off the branches above onto his head. Peering up with striking yellow eyes, the brute growled and barked loudly. Scaring his opposition off. Smirking, the brute trudged through the snow once more. Storms' paw pads ache with the cold, they had not felt the warmth of a nice den for little over a week now and the brute was getting desperate. The carcass of a small rabbit lay next to him, and Storm decided it was best to finish it off. His slender canines ripped the meat from the bones, swallowing in small chunks.
The sound of a howl, from what seemed like a fae drew him closer to the lake. Birds chattered as an owl was on the prowl on some of the lower branches as icicles clung flimsily to them, threatening to drop at any moment and impale anything below it. The brute avoided the tree's and stuck as close to the middle as possible. Shaggy, grey fur waved in the wind as he stopped to check the area. Storm didn't want to be a mountain lion snack. Although, they were rare and his biggest threats, bears were deep in their slumber. Striking yellow eyes gazed endlessly into the barren land. Nothing was to be seen for now.
Looking over by the lake, a fae caught his attention. Taking around ten steps outwards, on closer inspection the fae had her tongue stuck to the ice. Struggling to contain his laughter Storm asked, "Do you need any help...?" The last part almost inaudible. Walking around her, Storm tested his limit nudging her rump and tried to get a hold of the situation. "What to do..." The idea was on the tip of his tongue, yet it wouldn't come to mind.
You Are The Watcher,
The Listener,
The Approacher,
Of All Things,
You Are The Guide,
And The Ghost,
You Are What Lies In The,
Space In between,
Perpetually Beginning,
Scouring The Dark,
Winging For Your Field,
Of Light.