Deepfrost in Halo might not have been as instantly lethal as it had been before the War, but the temperatures were still dangerously cold. Hadama had never missed his Academy protection as much as he did now, trekking through the Hollow Forest as the first stars of the night sparkled through the stark black branches overhead. A crescent moon glowed against the dark violet bruise of a clear sky, but it had been dark enough that the demigod had been able to teleport from the relative comfort of the Citadel to the frozen forest, piled deeply with snow. Normally he would not have been out in such frigid temperatures - his Torchline blood, even tempered by his deep sea-going forms, protested the necessity of it - but Safrin had set him a quest, and he knew he could count on the Wild Thunder's assistance.
If he could find him.
A helpful Halovian in Snowcloak had reported that Sah and his pack were out hunting fresh meat in the Hollow Forest, a region of Halo that Hadama was unfamiliar with, but his teleportation had brought him there nonetheless. "Sah Lovi?" he called at intervals, his deep voice reverberating from the metal trees and sending small showers of snow down from the mounds on their branches as it bounced through the forest, growing tinny with distance as the echoes reflected from trunk to trunk.
If he could find him.
A helpful Halovian in Snowcloak had reported that Sah and his pack were out hunting fresh meat in the Hollow Forest, a region of Halo that Hadama was unfamiliar with, but his teleportation had brought him there nonetheless. "
