Thread:ArwenoftheSunland/@comment-27824390-20170411225044/@comment-28247510-20170411225911

A tall, pale blue Icewing trudged through the think layers of fresh snow, leaving a large, hollowed path in the otherwise pristine snow behind him. He trotted alongside a short cliff, which was lined with multiple small shelters and caves. One of the higher-ranking Icewings had ordered him to go patrol the area, with only two other Icewings, who both trailed behind him grumpily. Eventually, one of them muttered something about seeing a caribou, and the other one happily followed to go hunt.

Huffing and sending a white cloud of breath into the air, Sleet continued on, more bored than anything. He growled and complained to himself under his breath, letting out a quickly stifled shout as he nearly tripped and fell straight into a snow bank, over a rock that had been hidden under the white drifts. The other Icewings, quite unhelpfully, were out of hearing range. He doubted they were going to come back.