Submission (#4237) Approved

The wind blew strong, the ice nipping at the exposed short fur that Cain had. He could feel his paws become numb, it was starting to become painful and irritating. The white trees swept across the horizon in every direction leaves singing a cacophony of noise that both scared and awed Cain. He never liked storms too much, at least when he was in the midst of them.

The snow flurries made it hard to see anything, but soon Cain spotted a few specks of light, indicating he was close to his destination. If only a storm wasn't coming on, he would've enjoyed Strynhalde a little bit more than he was at the moment. There was some hope the weather would let up tomorrow so he could explore a little more.

Until then, he trudged on and eventually reached the town. Cain stood for a moment, limbs shaking as he felt the cold set into his bones. His breath obscured most of his vision, but he spotted a little tavern down the pathway. He would trot over and push himself through the heavy door, gasping into the warmth. There was finally relief as he shut the door, almost wanting to slide down in near defeat. He was welcomed though, promptly given some warm soup in a bread bowl and a key for a room for the night.

While he ate, he would sit near the fire hearth. The licking flames defrosted his clothing and skin. His eyes were fixated on the frosted window, the snow continuing the chaos. He smiled for a moment, happy to have experienced such a wild storm but also having survived. Strynhalde wasn't going to be an easy region to explore. Challenges were always welcomed.

After his meal, he wandered to his room so he could rest in order to tackle the adventures ahead.