Frost, Forests, and Fur {Open~}

It was a rather cold and nasty day, a half-storm brewing on mountains so high and cold it made even the animals that called this seeming wasteland 'home' shiver. The snow was coming down thick as a lynx's coat, and with cold as piercing as an owl's talons. Not to mention the storm had whipped up winds at high speeds, causing the entire area of the peaks to become just a screen of stinging sleet. Glace had just escaped the bitter cold storms of Glacier Top, the fast-footed fox had fled to an area that wasn't a screen of white everywhere you looked. The gales of whipping wind had actually helped him down, the poor little animal had taken a stumble for this reason and went rolling down a snowy precipice, astonishingly coming out of this fall unhurt. His resistant little body fluffed out as he shook s-blocked-s of ice and clumps of snow from it, panting from the adrenaline rush. The Arctic fox, after a brief respite, continued on his way to where he could just make out the blue-gray pine trees towering up from the snow. "Ah, it's so nice and secluded here." Was a simple thought as he savored the absence of sound save for the howling winds and ran to the forests and lake beyond, (that smelled like a delicious change of pace right now), as fast as his ice-numbed pads could carry him.