Jade Forest, afternoon.
Light snow falls once more, with icy grains swirling plaintively in the branches enveloped by a biting wind.
The harsh energy of the winter hunt permeates the increasingly frigid weather.
Warrior Blake's heavy shoulder armor accumulates frost, and with each step he takes, his boots sink deeply into the thin snow-covered layer of decaying leaves, producing a dull creaking sound.
His companions move forward, trying to warm up their chilled bodies.
"Damn this weather... It's just barely warmed up in the morning, and now it's freezing again in the afternoon, still can't find any 'prey'..."
Mage Pierrot, in the center of the group, has cheeks chilled to the point of turning blue as he strives to maintain the glow of his detection magic.
He's the least tolerant of cold in the group, and even wrapped in thick winter clothes, he can't compare to the constitution advantage of the melee combat professionals.
