December 14th; Early morning; Light snow; -11° F/-24° C
When it had been realized that with near-continual snowfall that the mountain would be impassable, Angier Lyall was not sure what the think. Was @Elettra going to remain within the stronghold of skeleton-like trees? Had Calla gone off without her? The Lyall couldn't be sure, but regardless of whether or not the Willow matriarch departed, he kept his promise and had, for the past few days, patrolled as best as he could through the territory. With his large, lumbering form he made attempts to plow through the chest-deep snow and establish one of many "highways" for the rest of the pack to use. For most of the night, his restless limbs brought him to carry on further and by morning, it struck Angier that the sun did not rise at his back to warm him...
In mid-step he had to take a moment and catch his breath. His wide, pale eyes scanned the sky through the whip-like branches and vines that hung from the bare branches of the willows around him. Surely he had been tending to this task for several hours now... right? He moved whitherward an angle that deviated from his original path. Instead of making his way around an old log, which could only be discerned by the long narrow bump that was barely level with the virgin snow, he made his way over to where the snow had accumulated over a deep depression in the mud. Out in the open, he craned his head upward, narrowing his eyes.
Where were the stars?
He spun around, the hair about his nape rising in growing apprehension. Where was the moon? Had it even set? An imagined chill that raked down his spine and along his skin made him tremble for two long seconds. A puff of moisture lifted from his open mouth. His gaze went downward and, while he couldn't bring himself to sit, began to scan through his memories for anything that his earth-and-season-oriented grandmother had once taught him several summers ago. For what seemed like several minutes, the tawny brute stood, seemingly frozen in time, likened to the magician who still stood on the darkened stage in silence when his audience had already gone home.
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