How could the sea be so much warmer than a river? It was almost instantly, but Larkspur didn't notice the snow until he came into unknown territories of the new land. For many hours, the Red Wolf swam, he swam from his past to look for a future. A future he couldn't predict, the brute would follow the wind, where his heart lead him. A life without a tribe, without a family. An actual lone wolf for the first time.
The current took him, sent him miles down. Larkspur was chilled to the bone, the river was beginning to slush the further he traveled. He would have to paddle to the snow forsaken shore. With what ever energy he had left in his body, his hind limbs kicked, swimming with the current, but towards the icy shore. Breaths grew heavier than before, could a wolf really swim this long without drowning from exhaustion? It was questionable, but Lark was known for his spirit. The Red never gave up.
Numb paws finally touched solid earth, earth that was cold to the touch, it sun sparkled the ice. The drenched wolf weakly slinked onto the land, panting hot steam slithered from his lips creating misty images. "Hh.... Yes.... Huuhhh.. I m-made it." Larkspur huffed to himself, the sound of his own voice brought him company, and of course his Chief was always around in spirit. 'I knew I would make it.' His muscles felt frozen, his damp pelt began to harden to ice. It was cold here, it was never this cold back at his home. He didn't like the feeling of being frozen, Lark couldn't rest. He would have to keep moving in order to stay alive. Search for a warmer climate... If there was warmer weather on this land.
