OOC- Here goes nothing…
IC- It was like a charcoal picture, with forest paint added in small green blotches.
Ice covered the world added an eerie shimmer to the ebbing twilight. It was one of those days where the trees seemed to suck what heat you had right from your fur; just the right time for opportunists.
Sandro crouched in his camouflaged hut, watching, waiting. It was still cold, but the mountains were also cold. He was used to it. Most creatures weren't, but they still had to travel. Even fresh snow and ice didn't change the flow of life. The ill prepared would be out.
Birds began chattering excitedly then abruptly stopped. Strange He was proud to be the only freeloader along this stretch of the road.
The northern ferret's nerves cracked at the sound of crunching snow… above him?