The group trekked through the howling blizzard making for the hinterland, somewhere hopefully beyond the reach of the Ice Witch’s power. Ever since she had returned to her tower and taken control of the land from her eldritch obsidian throne, their world had become frozen.
Over the noise of the blizzard they could hear howling. The Queen’s shadow wolves were on their trail. Their only hope was to get beyond the land under the Queen’s control, but all they could see before them was boundless snow and ice.
Word count: 87 + prompt
This was written with the prompt hinterland provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #166.
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