Adeira waited patiently for him, she had gathered all her necessities and had put on her thick coat with attached finger mittens, wrapped up in warmth as she released a white breath upon her exhale.
Her huntingbow swung upon her back and skinning knife strapped to her side she carried a loose shoulderbag for all her findings.
Her boots crunched as they tred upon the soft first snow, leaving a trail behind, that soon would be filled up again if the snow continued falling.
As she watched Malcom approach her again she smiled and asked.
"Ready?" 

With his answer they both set off into the direction of the woods. What once had been a lush green forest now was a dark and bleak forest, spreading out before them, their branches long spindly and more like witches boney fingers than actual branches.
There were hardly any sounds in the woods anymore since the shift. The Dreamscape had smothered quite a few things and it certainly had had its effect on the wildlife. They too had fallen prey to the constant potential change or the horrible nightmares that lurked out there.