Khar Delba, North Pole
Myr Khandros strode down the boarding ramp of his IV-9 Rangemaster scout ship, the swiftly falling snow salting the shoulders of black tunic. Face covered by his horned mask of Ren, Myr was armed only with his glaive and a spare vibroblade sheathed at his waist. And of course the power of the darkside. Coming to a stop at the bottom of the ramp, Myr scanned the snow covered forest outside of his ship. The snow lay heavily on the branches which bowed under the weight.
Sinking the butt of his glaive into the snow at the end of the ramp, he estimated that it lay at least a good six to eight inches of powder over the hard packed surface underneath. In the distance he could hear the screeching of some predatory pack animals echoing through the snow covered trees.
"The beasts are hungry." Myr's comment drifting into the snowfall, the Knight of Ren certain of his words. "The shadow is strong within these woods, be wary." He warned his ally as his attention was pulled by a shadow of movement in his peripheral vision. A trick of the mind, or some sort of phantasm. Regardless, by the time he looked it was gone.
@Ecclessey