Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190206020003/@comment-25828117-20190330224514

(not so fast. Wait for the others)

Outside, Fort Woolf could be seen more clearly now. The wooden palisades stood around them, encasing them and a few other buildings in a relative patch of safety. The only hues of this settlement were whites. The white of the snow, and that of the quaking aspen trees they had used to create their houses. With hints of browns where the bark had chaffed off.

The carpet of snow was still relatively fresh as well with only a few footprints revealing the paths inhabitants had taken to get from one cabin to another.

Felton stood outside the jailhouse, wearing his hat and a thick furcoat that had wolf pelt lapels.

"Morning."