Feral Family Affairs

Frozen

When Thor and Logan touched down near where the pilot had said their target area was, there was literally nothing to see. Vast rolling hills covered in white, treetops poking out here and there in the arctic blast, snow blowing, catching on any small bump in the terrain, but worst of all, Logan couldn't smell anything but snow. The two of them began to search, the snow thigh deep on Logan as they trekked across the uneven terrain.

"This is not my favorite terrain," Thor shouted as they turned into the wind to start their search.

"It's not bad if you're prepared for it," Logan argued mildly, though he was already frowning to himself. It had been hours, and God only knew what Daken had done.

When the X-Men had interrogated the pilot, he could only narrow it down to a twenty mile square area, and that simply wasn't good enough. As Logan turned in place, he bit back a growl that would have helped no one. He couldn't even find his own tracks in the squall, let alone those of his wife. The gravity of the situation seemed to increase exponentially as the facts were laid out in front of him. Looking at the wide terrain ahead, he turned to Thor. "Can you find this spot again?" he shouted to the tall blonde just to make sure he was heard over the screaming winds. Thor nodded, though one eye was closed as he tried to block the wind to see Logan more clearly. "Get Storm. If K's out here she could freeze to death before this blow lets up."

"And what of you, my friend?" Thor asked, not exactly wanting to leave him alone in such a mess.

"I'll be alright. I've got to start lookin' for her," Logan said as he leaned into the wind, and began the trek into the wilderness to start his search.

"What the hell were you thinking, taking him out there? He'll freeze to death too!" Steve shouted at Thor once he'd returned to the others.

"I have faith that nothing will stop Logan from finding his wife," Thor replied, which was a fine sentiment, but not one entirely held up by the rest of the group as they read the weather conditions. Logan was used to cold weather, and they were reasonably sure K was too, but this ... this was a bit colder than the weather that even they would willingly traverse into. A Siberian blizzard fueled by arctic winds when they were only armed with simple jackets ... that was pressing their luck.

The team packed up quickly and headed out and as they did, Storm was sure to part the clouds and give them a clear, quiet space not only to fly into the winds, but to look for her once they hit the ground. When they found him, Logan simply picked up pace as the wind cleared the way for him, searching for a sign in the snow.

The group at large had been working for nearly an hour when Jean shared a grim, worried look with her husband. She could find no sign of K in the barren landscape, and even though the ferals were hard to track or to reach out to, she could usually get a glimpse if she was close enough and trying hard. And Jean really was trying hard, yet ... there was no indication of K's mental signature. Stark was having trouble with his sensors too. For some reason or another, there was some kind of interference that was keeping his scanners from functioning properly and reaching far enough out to do any good. Kurt had wandered nearly to the edge of Storm's still spot, searching hard and looking out through the wall of snow Storm was holding back. He wasn't expecting to find anything and even without all the wind. Tony made a point to join him, the two of them looking grim and serious as they looked around them. Considering all of their gear, and Kurt's fur, the two of them were the warmest, though Kurt was shivering and Tony's suit was working overtime to keep him warm.

Kurt let out a nearly inaudible sigh before he teleported to the other side of the bubble Storm was holding back the snow and wind with and Tony couldn't help but begin to come to the same conclusion. Tony was just turning where he stood so he could see where the others were looking when he nearly tripped on something in a larger pile of snow. He frowned and used the toe of his boot to try and kick some of the snow away, but when it only revealed what looked like fabric... "Scan that," Tony said to his onboard AI, frowning as the faceplate snapped down.