“Damn it.” He grumbles, rising from his sleep to peer through the wooden slats at the ground below. The snow had piled high on the ground, making it nearly impossible to walk on, and the biting cold was far too much to bear. A snowstorm even he would have trouble flying through raged outside— forget his burnt wing, it was impossible either way.

You had pulled the shutters down from the ceiling, so the small hut on stilts was toasty warm thanks to the fire pit, and protected from the snow— wait, but where were you?!

Teba sat up in a panic just as you walked in. “For Hylia’s sake. You scared me.” He breathes. “Is it still bad out there?”