WOLFFIE

White Wash

The snow wipped around the figure, as it steadly walk through white powder that came up to its waist. Thick is one of the words to describe it. No sane person would be out in this storm. The wind was moving at incredible speed, its amazing that the punishing weather didn't even faze the figure. Like the storm wasn't even incubering its fluid movements, as it trudged its way through the four feet of powder.

Not a soul was around in the high mountains, no people for hundreds of miles. The peaks sliced through the snow an clouds, you couldn't see the top of the mountains. The range was immense. No one but a fool would be crossing over the White Wash pass.

People called it White Wash pass, because the pass seemed like it was caught under a spell. The snow was so thick that sight was limited. You wouldn't be able see two feet in front of your nose.

The figure knew its way up the mountains, around the peaks, an through White wash.