It was completely dark in northerand, even with blinding white snow piling up everywhere as far as the eye could possably see. Sharp icy winds swirled violently against Fordragon hold, creating crystal daggers that clung from every overhanging surface. The Alliance held their ground but dared not go outside in the storm. However some unlucky few got picked to scout to see if the horde were up to anything, among those few was a young Dranai female with unusually blonde hair. she cursed her armour for not being as insulating as cloth or leather and was forced to wrap her cape around herself just to keep herself from being frozen. She could barely see anything in front of her and was about to call it quits for the day when a rampaging ram knocked her flying, clearly having lost it's rider. She chased after it to keep it calm but it's fur made it difficult to find. She gave up on that but no longer remembered where she was, her footprints had been long covered over and there was nothing she recognised nearby, except what looked like a lone standing tree. She headded towards it and found it hollow, she sat inside to wait out the storm.