Fannar felt something it the air, he wasn't sure what it was but he had a feeling that something was coming and it was going to be big. He frowned as he looked at the heavy gray clouds in the sky; the air was cold. He wasn't really bothered by the cold but even he had to seek shelter when the weather got bad enough. He really wasn't certain where he would go if it started to snow, but he figured he would find somewhere to go to survive the storm. He wondered if others would have a hard time dealing with the bad weather.
Fennar tended to stay away from humans, so he didn't think much about how they survived the winter; they were strange creatures indeed, living in their villages. He had never considered joining a herd, but it was an idea to stay together for warmth and help in finding food during the winter. He started to move as the first snowflakes started to fall. He frowned as the snow got worse quickly and he was struggling to see through the storm.
As the storm grew worse, Fennar didn't stop his movement forward. He had no intention of giving up and dying in this blizzard. He was determined to find somewhere to shelter. It didn't matter that he really couldn't see anything; he figured if he kept moving, he would find something. He soon spotted something brown, and he went towards the thing it turned out to be an old human shelter that had been abandoned. He went in to take a break from the storm. It wasn't much protection so he knew he would have to keep going to find somewhere that would be safer, since he was convinced the old shelter would soon collapse under the weight of the falling snow.
Once he had rested for a while, he got up again and started to trudge through the snow, still determined to make his way to somewhere safer than the old structure he had found. It was a wonder that humans were able to survive at all with the weird dwellings that they lived in. He was hoping to find a strong natural place where he could get out of the blizzard. He was cold and tired but he kept going he wished he had thought to go sooner so he wasn't caught in the storm, but there was nothing he could do about it now.
Finally, Fennar would a cave he was able to shelter in. He sighed deeply as he was finally able to shake the snow off his body, and he headed deeper into the cave away from the pile of snow he had created so he would be able to dry off and rest while he waited out the storm. He figured he would need to pay more attention to the weather since clearly Mother Nature wasn't messing around when she wanted to dump a bunch of snow on a being that looked like snow had already been dumped on him.
