Warmth ~<GreenWind>~

❄️{Twelve

Lloyd dropped down, relieved. They couldn't cross like he could. He was safe. They were mad. He could hear them cursing.

Lloyd waited a few minutes before picking himself up again. He brushed himself off. "Oh boy..." he sighed.

As he was walking he noticed all the different assortments of leaves. Most of the trees were dead. Some had a few leaves, others more and some none at all. You could say it was...Spooky.

This was nothing like back home. The sun wasn't out shining. There was so white snow. No evergreen forests. It was all silent and gloomy.

Hoo. Hoo.

Lloyd froze. What was that?

Hoo. Hoo.

"Who?" He asked aloud.

It repeated.

"Who who? Who's there?" Lloyd looked around. Then he saw the bird sitting in some branches in a tree not far from him.

"You!" He laughed at himself. Never once had he seen an owl. He had read about them of course.

"Can you twist your head around?" He asked.

The owl watched him, seemingly not understanding. It blinked its big eyes.

"What am I doing." Lloyd shook his head, only to himself. He waved goodbye to the owl as if it expected a proper leave and went on his way again.

He found himself getting very tired. It'd been awhile since he slept. Or had anything to drink. Or eat, too, now that he thought of it. He pulled his pack in front of him and came to an abrupt stop.

"Nononono." He started digging around.

His hand came to a tear on his pack. Large enough for everything to fall out. How didn't he notice before? It must have happened during the chase through those branches and brambles.

Lloyd had nothing. All his supplies were gone. All of them. Everything here was dead, at least from what he'd noticed. What was he going to do? He didn't want to starve to death.

But from the looks of it, he didn't see himself wandering far from that path.