Thorne stepped onto the snowy expanse of the mountains, the cold air biting at his skin as he approached the grim scene. The body of a moon runner lay sprawled, a stark contrast against the white landscape. The snowflakes seemed to hesitate before touching the lifeless form, as if holding a silent reverence.
The Thunder Howlers stood beside Thorne, their breath forming mist in the icy air. They shared cautious looks, a mutual apprehension enveloping them like a heavy cloak. The silence was thick, disrupted solely by the far-off wind's mournful howls.
With cautious precision, Thorne knelt beside the body, his gloved hands careful not to disturb the fragile peace of the scene. He examined the corpse with a mix of sadness and determination, taking in every detail etched into the pale skin.
