Only the very desperate or very foolhardy left the Citadel's protective dome during Deepfrost. Not, at least, without some serious protection from the lethal elements outside. Tal had been called both at various times in his life, but he had a magical item that protected him from the cold and he was known to the guards who had let him out the hunter's gate early that morning.
The snow had stopped overnight but the clouds still hung low and grey over Halo, threatening another round but only releasing a few flurries as the day had worn on. The muscular dragon - glacier-pale and built like a bull mastiff - had flown against the wind, circling until she'd spotted a small herd of reindeer taking advantage of the lull in the weather to move west.
The herd had moved on, forging a distinctive path through the large snow drifts, but two animals remained: a small yearling runt, and an older animal past her prime. They lay in the snow, blood already frozen, as a wiry young man in a thick coat and tinted snow goggles worked to skin and joint them, grumbling under his breath as he fought the cold and the slippery blade. He worked with the mixed efficiency of one who had done the task before but hadn't been raised to it or done it often, at least not recently. The dragon nosed at the entrails as they were set aside, filching a few choice bits in between keeping watch for any hungry ursur that might be drawn to the blood-smell now fresh on the trail.
Namythria
The snow had stopped overnight but the clouds still hung low and grey over Halo, threatening another round but only releasing a few flurries as the day had worn on. The muscular dragon - glacier-pale and built like a bull mastiff - had flown against the wind, circling until she'd spotted a small herd of reindeer taking advantage of the lull in the weather to move west.
The herd had moved on, forging a distinctive path through the large snow drifts, but two animals remained: a small yearling runt, and an older animal past her prime. They lay in the snow, blood already frozen, as a wiry young man in a thick coat and tinted snow goggles worked to skin and joint them, grumbling under his breath as he fought the cold and the slippery blade. He worked with the mixed efficiency of one who had done the task before but hadn't been raised to it or done it often, at least not recently. The dragon nosed at the entrails as they were set aside, filching a few choice bits in between keeping watch for any hungry ursur that might be drawn to the blood-smell now fresh on the trail.
