Despite the clarity of the horizon and the touch of spring's warmth upon your fur, you find yourself struggling to catch your breath. It seems that the farther north you venture, the tighter your lungs feel, the more restricted your airway becomes - you correctly assume this must be a symptom of the foreboding changes to the world the Dream Visitor had warned you about. Despite your discomfort, you press on, urged by a desire you can't quite place, like an itch you can't scratch.
Winterscar lake stretches out before you like a sea of glass, its surface now only half-frozen thanks to the onset of spring.
Somewhere deep below the silent waters, a figure rests in dreamless darkness. Your mind's eye suddenly flickers to a vision of a kind face surrounded by a great mane of fur, but it quickly fades when you're overcome by a short series of rasping coughs.
A cold wind blows, and you turn your head away from it - which points you directly toward something strange. You can see a faint blue glow pulsing beneath the snow, and a feeling of urgency pushes you to investigate.
Do you?