Timestamp: Day 14, Winter, 510 AV
Location: Kalea Wilds, Just outside Kalinor
Viridae pulled his silk scarf tighter about his face and squinted as snow caked his long silver lashes. He struggled against the wind and massive heaps of snow that came up to the tops of his boots to press onwards in pursuit of the wolf. He trudged onwards, hunched over in an attempt to follow the quickly faded wolf tracks in the snow. On the plus side, the blizzard was masking his approach, and the wolf couldn't have been more than three hundred feet in front of him. Unfortunately, nearly impassible sheets of snow where blowing straight into Viri's face. He couldn't even see the jet black wolf, and judging by the distance between tracks, It was also struggling against the storm. Beyond the clearing lay a tree line, that should serve as shelter from the violent storm, and although it couldn't have been more than a five hundred feet away, it seemed like it was miles in the distance. Young winter was cruel and unrelenting, wicked and unpredictable.
He trudged on as the snow reached his knees. This was bad. Very likely the most violent he had ever seen this close to Kalinor. Before long he broke the tree line, and the storm was far more controlled. White flakes fluttered softly beneath the cover of the tall pines, glittering in the white light of a cloud covered sun. To Viridae's annoyance, the wolf's tracks where far apart now, indicating it had bolted as soon as it reached cover. He grunted and began to set up camp, realizing in that moment that the storm was too intense to leave the cover of the pines and pursue the wolf, and to intense for him to return home.