Frost Bound

He stood silently, staring back across the featureless stretch of tundra he'd just crossed. It was becoming increasingly difficult for Tommo to tell how far he'd traveled or how long, since the Sun had refused to dance with the moon for several weeks now. He grunted at the thought of the bright nights. Sleeping was diffucult as it was in his world without the lights staying on.

His big wintercat Targa stood at his side and stared hungrily into the white mist thrown off of snow piles by whiping winds. Tommo had no doubts that she saw something in the distance that his eyes were incapable of seeing at this distance, but the big cat knew Tommo needed her more than she needed him.  She would never leave his side.

"Come, Targa." He smiled as he reached his hand down to her stark white mane. "We will walk." 

In unison they turned and continued into the wilderness.