Timber closed his eyes as snowdrifts made his movements slow, the cold of the storm begetting twinges of pain deep within his temple. He heard the words of the wolf known as Nikera swirling in his mind's eye, creating the image of the painful background Nikera described and lived through. Timber felt soreness in his heart as he too remembered his encounter with man - the man who killed and wore his sister around his body proudly like she were a trophy. Timber tossed a sympathetic gaze at the wolf who prodded through the snow besides him, her fur wet and stuck with giant white flakes, her eyes filled with sorrow as deep as the snow surrounding them. Nikera swung her head up towards the sky, when Timber scented it. Another wolf.<br/><br/>"You feel it too." Timber growled at Nikera, pausing where he stood. His eyes stung as the wind lashed at his face and muzzle, but through the heavy downpour of snow he saw the large body of Shadow bounding through the snow as fast as his body could carry him, back towards the cave. Timber snarled and pushed off on his strong legs, muscles burning as he plowed through the piling snow.<br/><br/>"We have to hurry, I sense her life force declining rapidly." Timber shouted through the howling winds at Shadow, though he wasn't sure he was heard. Timber felt his lungs burn as he struggled to keep up with the more agile wolf - his years in quiet isolation had weakened most of his endurance. He smiled grimly to himself as the wind pushed through his fur and roared in his ears - had the storm remained docile, they would have traveled farther from the cave, and Timber would have returned to the frozen corpse of a struggling wolf, wondering scared, tired and alone in a scary and lonely forest.