Shukri was pretty positive that the weather in Zena existed for no reason other than to make his life more difficult. The young man had no qualms about climbing mountains, navigating slippery slopes and tiptioeing around herds of mammu. No , what he took issue with was the regularity with which the wind would simply pick up, throwing freshly fallen snow into the air and making it impossible to see. The wind tribe man was not familiar with Zena like he was with Sauti and every time the visibility got too low he had to hunker down and wait the storm out lest he get lose..
"This stupid package better be worth it" the pale haired boy grumbled as he trekked his way toward the village he'd been tasked to deliver it to. Shukri still didn't know why he of all people had had to be sent to do this. Sure he was swift and agile and accustomed to traveling but so was most of his band, including those who had mounts. Ridwan was a sturdy capramel but she was not meant to carry someone his size.
Maybe this was because he'd helped that ice tribe girl that one time. If so it was true that no good deed went unpunished.