Trudging through a vicious snowstorm, King finds himself longingly searching for shelter in such a vast, alabaster expanse that seemed to go on for miles. Nothing of notable worth was seen through the rolling hills of cold slush, aside from the occasional rock he'd stumble upon. Every now and then, he'd feel his eye lids drop closed in agony of the cold, furrowing his brows in disgust of the wretched winter plain. He hauls himself forward, unbeknownst of the cold harsh front of bellowing wind coming to cause him more grief. Within just a few minutes, his pearled eyes lock onto a nearby shelter -- a cave to shield him from the storm. He saunters quickly, wasting no time despite the numbing pain in his feet. A comforting sigh dwells at the back of his throat, happy to have finally made it within the sanctuary of the cave. It was warmer than anything outside, and to his delight, there was a nice, small corner to curl up in to outlast the freezing winter temperatures. At long last, he felt at ease.
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