Harrenhal hadn't been close enough to home to shelter. The cave wasn't going to be too awful to ride the storm out in. The cave looked sturdy and deep, turning about a dozen yards from the entrance. He'd had enough time to gather some firewood and literally anything that would burn. He hadn't been able to find any food in the area but two solitary fish that he was doing his best to save for later. He could melt snow to drink but if the blizzard lasted for more than a day he was likely to be out of food. The bark, moss, wood, and other things he'd found to burn would run out by then too. The residual heat should be able to last a bit longer but not by much. His fur should keep him warm enough. He just had to hope this didn't last more than two days.
It might not be the most pleasant but with his own fur plus the one he'd had with him, he'd make due.. Also, he had plenty of water. Much better a blizzard than a desert. All he had to do was sleep while it was warm and save his wakefullness for when the fire was almost out. He'd need to stay awake then.
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The last of his wood had burnt up by the time it had stopped storming. The world seemed new and fresh. Gods, was he hungry. Hopefully he'd find a rabbit or two on the way back to the keep if he could keep his stomach from growling so loud.
