The time of day was hard to tell with the clouds enshrouding the world above.
'Have we been going for minutes or hours?' Uriel wondered, the cold made every second feel like a dreadful hour, it was biting into his skin turning his creamy skin as pale as the fairest people of the middle lands, with a slight tinge of blue cropping up his body.
He couldn't stop his teeth from clattering anymore, this was more than anything he had ever dealt with in the past, he didn't think that anything could be worse than wondering lost without food and water.
But this storm was quickly making him realize how wrong he had been.
"Aw Aw Aw, Awhooooo!" Uriel's ears picked up a cry that managed to pierce the howling winds.
"Wolves!" Uriel stammered as the sounds started growing more frequent, and from the sound of things the wolves were in no small number.
