Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141221031533/@comment-25038310-20141221175044

Jack went up a snowy path that would lead to Shearpoint. He would've been happy, but he saw light tracks in front of him, that were already slowly being buried by the snow.

When he was not far off from the Point, he descended and left his horse, tying the reigns on a dead tree at the mountainside.

He trudged through the snow. A warm feeling was brought forth from his hood and soon spread over his whole body when he donned his hood. He grabbed his bow and nocked an arrow, slowly continueing.