<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQboLyRhv87q2dV7lyxqjrb-QHbjw7vXPA9NxY2GnblMpQE3nv3rQ)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Willum Wildfang<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Clay Dewclaw<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Academy Main Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Task Force Schwarz<br/><br/>There was an expression of longing on his face as Willum looked at the snowmobile, but with some regret he shook his head at Gwen's offer, "I want to, but I won't.  I know just enough to cover the basics, but that's about it.  There's no way I'd be able to handle it if we hit bad weather or trouble, I'd be risking both of our lives.  So I think it's a safer bet if you drove it instead of me.  Maybe it's something you can teach me in the future."<br/>Once the kits were secured, Willum settled into the passenger seat, grabbing a hold of the handles.  He really, really did want to drive it, the few times he had ever been allowed to take one for a spin being immensely fun and entertaining.  Most of the time, when he and his fathers traveled anywhere, it had been on foot with heavy gear and a quick marching pace, apparently to build character and body.  Snowmobile rides were a treat, and being able to drive one was especially so.  He would have to make do with being a passenger until he learned how to operate one properly.<br/><br/>Pulling the balaclava up so that it covered his head and sliding the ski goggles on, Willum gave Gwen a thumbs up.<br/>"Ready when you are," he said, his voice slightly muffled.<br/><br/>At first, the trip seemed to be going rather smoothly.  The ground wasn't too bad, and Willum felt that he could just about manage something like this without too much incident.  And when the temperature dropped, he wasn't particularly surprised.  This was Eis after all, that was why he was bundled up with so many insulating layers.  But it was the wind that was beginning to make things difficult, buffeting Willum enough that he had to hunch down to lower his profile.  And then it was followed snow, thick heavy snow that was severely reducing visibility.  Willum was extremely glad he wasn't the one directing the snowmobile.  His ability to maintain pace with Professor Enya would be dubious at best, and if the weather worsened, the risk of a crash would have gone significantly up.<br/>"Good ol' Eis," Willum shouted over the roar of the engines.  "Weather's trying to kill us.  How are you doing?"