"Below … below … below".
The little Snownote remained perched atop Milo's shoulder but adjusted its loud tone for a quieter one. Milo and Marcos crouched atop a branch over 40 feet in the air, watching a head of what could only be described as devilish looking rabbits scurry beneath them.
Normally, these kids of creatures would have been a breeze for these two to take down … that is, if there wasn't over a thousand of them. Just from their small feet aping the snow lightly as they walked, a fierce storm of snow kicked up behind them as the sound echoed throughout the eerily silent forest.
As soon as they entered into the forest, their underwhelming preparation became apparent as they looked towards the Snownote to guide them. Snownote wasn't what you would call a good guide either, they had only been here for about an hour and had taken more wrong turns than Milo's past life combined.
