"By the gods, it's freezing!" Kynton was fairly miserable, to say the least. Managing to get himself chased up to the mountains and too wary to attempt to sneak back down unnoticed, he felt it was fair to say he was stuck here in the godforsaken freezing cold. Wrapping his cloak snugly around himself, he trudged along atop the packed, frozen earth beneath his boots. Rubbing his hands along his sides in a pitiful attempt to trap what little warmth was left, he pressed onward, even further up slope.
Keeping a sharp eye, Kynton's one goal was shelter to keep himself out of the wind at least for a day or so...or more. He had no idea, his mind currently swarmed by thoughts of shelter, of finding refuge from the wind that stung every time it lashed out at him.
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As the minutes slowly rolled into an hour, his patience began to wear thin. He was exhausted just from his search, the effort of enduring extreme temperatures draining what strength he had after being chased in the first place. Just as he was about to begin back-tracking, though, he saw it, a beacon of light. Of course, it wasn't actually a light of any sort, but it was safety, shelter, a haven. Bolting for the little alcove carved out from the rock and packed soil of the mountainside, Kynton cheered his moment of joy as he plunked himself down against the hard ground, not caring for the dull pain as he'd finally found shelter from the harsh winds, though the low temperature was still quite an adjustment. He hated Winter. For the same reasons, he hated Summer, too; for now, though, he did not care, he had shelter.
