The terrain was a blank canvas, painted in a single colour, white. Quite flat, the ground did not do much in providing a divide between floor and air, while the snow coming down in buckets hindered further in distinguishing the two. It was hard to see through all the powder that was falling around him, and made harder still with how much the wind tossed it around, apparently without a care in the world. Now, with both these factors combined, one would imagine it was also causing hassle with flight, and it was. Lucas had wanted to hold out as long as possible, if only because the group would make quicker progress toward their destination while airborne. But it was proving too stressful on their wings, the unrelenting breeze constantly tugging and pulling at them, while a blanket of white insisted it settle. Even the constant effort of flapping did nothing to dislodge it, as as soon as it was gone, another layer appeared. Releasing a sigh that had been building in his throat, he turned a crčme head to look behind, and was thankful that he was able to pick out both the multi-hued, and fiery coloured bodies he had set out with.

“We should continue on land from here. The weather is far too brutal for us to go much farther.” He shot the pair a quick smile, then turned his attention back to the uninviting terrain ahead, now focussed on finding a suitable landing spot. Not that it would be easy, considering that everything looked the same from his focal point, it all being the same colour and all. After some careful decision however, he took the chance and began to descend. His wings stilled for a moment, allowing him to drop a few meters before they started up again in brisk flaps. They did not continue in this motion for long however, as soon they were curled in a wide circle around his frame and he dove forward. If there were any onlookers, they would have been watching with baited breath at just how quickly he was plummeting toward the ground, but he was far from worried – He had completed this manoeuvre many times before. Although, this time, it seemed that the gods had different plans, as howl suddenly sliced through the thick smog of ivory.

To say it had surprised him would be an understatement, in reality, the unexpected noise had scared him out of his skin. Well, you would not expect anyone, especially a rogue to be out in such weather, would you? Either way, in his startled state, he had completely forgotten to outstretch his flight limbs once at the right distance from the ground, and by the time he realised, it was far too late to do anything without injuring himself more than a fall would do. So, he braced for the impact with the fairly soft snow, and was once again surprised when he collided with something far more solid instead. He had of course, ploughed straight into the unsuspecting female that had just voiced her presence, and bowled her over in the process – And now, they lay in a pile. Eyes widening in shock, he scrambled around for a few moments, before finding his paws and pulling himself onto them. “I-Uh, my apologies.” He blurted, diverting his gaze to the floor, and letting his tail fall limp, “Your howl, it... It surprised me.”