Elaborate Style: Passing ivy woven in between tree branches they clutch onto one another as bitter winds beat down upon them. The azure heavens now overcast with a thick canopy of cobwebs that cling lifelessly to the battered trunks. She reaches into her coats warm fur lined pockets to grasp at damp and crumbling bread. The crust flakes off and burrows under her fingernails.
Simplistic Style: Walking on a pathless route through the forest the wind picks up and gives them chills. She places her hand into her pocket to retrieve a piece of damp bread, then throws it onto the dirt behind her. The further north they trek the denser the forest becomes. It is not until nightfall that they reach a clearing where a yellow glow can be seen. The glow flickers.
