The Journey Begins

Fen shivered miserably, pulling his thick coat tighter over his fur with his teeth. The chill winds whipped through the barren oaks, the air biting like a knife in the small Omega's lungs. Their meager fire could barely afford the weary travelers enough warmth to make much of a difference. Beyond the flickering light, past the dark trunks of the ancient forest, the mountains on the edge of the known world loomed. They were stark blue grey bones of the earth put there to emphasize the dangers they were going to face I they went further.

It's getting colder, Fen whimpered, huddling in the curve of his Alpha's body. Dylin nosed him gently, blowing a warm gust of air over Fen's ear, which flicked backwards instinctively. 

Winter is here early, Rennon returned, picking up a few more branches in his large jaws and laying them carefully on the dying flames.  It's going to be worse in the mountains and beyond.