Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-25127732-20150210021029/@comment-26345811-20150420205455

The fox puts back on his beanie and hoists his bag over his shoulder. He starts walking with a slumped down back in a brooding nature.

[Soon, midway there, the blistering cold started forming into a blizzard and it turns into nightfall.]

The fox struggles to see anything, breathing very heavily. "H-hey! You alright back there?," Grail asked the young fox.