MechoMask

Not being able to see inches away from his nose wasn’t Goliath’s preferred way to aid in a search. The blizzard itself didn’t bother him as much though, his fur kept him warm enough to make it a smaller problem than it might have been for another felvarg. Traversing in harsh weather wasn’t something that bothered him. When his help was asked he didn’t exactly feel joyful about it, his expression remained even as the guide explained how he had lost not one, but two felvargs in a matter of minutes. Saying no wasn’t on the table, even Goliath had a heart after all, but he could pout about it before setting off to look for the two dullpaws that dared getting lost in a weather like that one. They would’ve been lucky to be alive—Goliath realized his rescue mission was time-based soon after the snow around him thickened. He picked up the peace at the thought since finding dead bodies wasn’t going to be a party for anyone involved. Since his own eyes could betray him he mainly relied on his