The mountain's cold

It has been two days since the events that took place down in Eregion. Ryheric has been taken by the purple robes and his army of orcs. Their trail led Atharann into the passes of Red horn and beyond into the mountains. Ever more through cold and storm he moved as he followed the band deep into the mountains. Spring had arrived down in the valley's and lands beyond that. But the Misty Mountains are unforgiving and cold. He knew how to stay warm, due to his years in Forochel, but without his normal winter gear it had become more challenging to move ever further on. As the second day started to reach its end, a storm started to brew up. Atharann was forced to seek shelter within a cave nearby the trail. He used some of the bandages and some oil, as well as dried wood from his backpack, to make a small fire and keep himself warm. Thus he passed the night in cold, but not without warmth. At daybreak he left the cave but knew instantly his time was up. The blizzard had erased any tracks that were left behind and Atharann now was following a blind path of feeling alone. He would track for half a day before he realized that even his assumptions on where Ryheric had been take, were in vain. He could no longer find the track without help and thus he had to give up and started the cold long journey back to Enedwaith.....