Varek managed to make it out of his clan's borders without being stopped and questioned again, a small mercy he did not take for granted. He removed the clothes from his body with, rolling and tying them tight to his leg before he shifted. The change rippled through him as his bones reshaped and his lungs expanded, and when he shook out his fur into the open air, he could see his breath curl white against the grey sky.
The temperature was dropping fast. He could feel it pressing against him even beneath his coat. He needed to reach the Lunaris before a storm decided to arrive. The stretch of land between Ironpeak's borders and the Lunaris territory was unforgiving. It was sparse woodland that offered little shelter. There were not many clans settled between him and his destination, which
