[b] Near Relin [/b]

There were many questions to the world, such as, "What even are these birds?" Axel's persisting question was one of them, one that he couldn't seem to be able to answer at the moment. His attempts to inscribe the ground with the symbols provided nothing, the ground as cold and barren as it was moments ago - sans the snow that he had so graciously cleared for it to get covered again. In less than two days, the area would be an even sheet of snow, the area as seemingly undisturbed as before. Axel could, of course, continue in some attempt to discern more information from the area, but so far he seemed to be at an impasse. The tree, like before, seemed to cackle, laughing at his cold misery for nothing of gain.