Isolated || Malva & Siebold
Another blast of frigid wind cut right through Malva’s many layers of rugged winter clothing. Malva pulled her scarf back over her nose again with a small shudder as she took another quick glance around her. Her eyes, pretty much the only visible part of her face at the moment, squinted as she tried to see beyond a forearm’s length. The snow was pouring so fast and so heavily that she could barely keep her bearings amongst all the white. The sky proved to be no help either, as it was colored the same bleak tone of grey-white as the snow and ice-tipped mountains they were climbing. Only the bright orange flames of Canter’s mane served as a suitable means of keeping her orientation, creating a small bubble of visibility around her as she navigated the crumbling mountain path. Ice clung to the fringes of her coat constantly, forcing her to occasionally roll her arms to free them up.
“Bah, this is ridiculous.” She pulled her glasses away to wipe the snow off of them.
“I don’t care how urgent Wulfric was about this.” She paused and stopped at the edge of a small gap, carefully guiding her Rapidash over it. “I highly doubt a few rampaging Pokemon warrants the need of two Elites to go and search this whole godforsaken mountain range.”