Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless night time sky?
The trees thin, and Nate rushes on, faster and faster. With nothing in his way, nothing tearing at him, he's free to really sprint, ascension making up for the fact that he's never been a runner. The chill to the left doesn't tempt him, barely registers, except perhaps to spur him forward that much more, trying to outrun icy fingers.
Nate sprints straight ahead
Nate sprints straight ahead
NATE