The snow was deep on the forest path, deep enough to give her horse trouble when they were little more than a few miles from the estate. Her tears had frozen to her lashes, and her face stung from her oozing nose and the bitter wind that pushed against their progress.
Claire led her horse off the main road where the wind was less fierce with the thicker tree coverage. Even with less wind, however, her path disappeared before her as the snow blinded her from anything more than a few feet away. She dismounted as she tried to decide what direction to continue when she heard a growl.
Tori