Timber scrutinized the departing wolf known as Shadow through the thickening graupel, his glaring eyes effulgent and echoed the apprehension he was suddenly undergoing. The blizzard that was blanketing his ruddy coat was hastily screening his vision as the abhorrent winter winds buffeted his face and torso. He turned his head towards the frustrated female wolf and contemplated her words, feeling his emotions level as she apologize spiritedly.<br/><br/>"I never heard your story," Timber shook his massive frame, freeing his fur from the piling frost. "I feel as though something in the world is changing. Allow me to escort you," Timber turned his gaze towards where Shadow had once stood, now disappeared in the raging flurry. "and your party through the storm. I've never seen the clouds so dark. But I wouldn't fret, for I know these lands well and have traveled many times through such weather. We should began our trek before the snow becomes to high for our bodies. Where are you going, and what brought you here?"