Oh no, this simply would not do. It was very pretty, of course. All the trees above him were covered in a thick layer of snow and bits were falling here and there, mingling with that which was falling from the sky and making it through the thick canopy. Little bright red birds flew about here and there, stark in contrast against the white, and overall it looked very nice.

And perhaps he shouldn’t judge this place based on it’s winter dress but he wanted warmth and grass and lush environments. How was he supposed to judge whether this place would be worth sticking around if he found himself here during the winter! It was pretty but gloomy.

He could be rooting around for sweet hidden grasses in his favourite winter valley right now, or burrowing into the snow for a nice nap. It wasn’t the same as some nice soft, spring grass but it was comfortable nonetheless.

But there wasn’t even enough snow on the ground here to make a nice bed. And most of the litter was made out of needles and everyone knows that they are prickly and can get caught in all manner of unpleasant places if you’re not careful.

Being particularly fuzzy lately, as a result of this wonderfully brisk weather, Wilibald was even less inclined to make a bed sometime around here because those sappy needles would just never leave! "Oh Wilibald, what have you done? Given up a comfy home for such a big risk!" Without someone with him, he had taken to talking to himself - and usually the conversations involved scolding about the trip. But even still, he wasn't willing to just pick up and go home without at least seeing if there was somewhere even nicer than what he had left behind.

It was about late-morning and he had not been walking for very long, but it certainly felt longer. Phew he was tired. Another late start but what was he to do? Wake up, eat, rest, eat a little more, make sure all that food is nice and settled, and then continue on. Soon he was going to have to find a spot to wait out the middle of the day because it was unlucky to do much travelling then.

For now though, all this he did was sigh and continue on – travelling into the southern portion of the Threshold (though he wasn’t aware of that – not knowing the name of this place and certainly not where one land bordered the other). Sooner or later, he hoped, he’d find a nice place to settle down. Maybe even some company!

Yes, a little bit of company would be quite pleasant.