There is still nothing in sight as you crunch through the tundra field, only snow, no shelter from this bitter cold that surrounds you. You take another step and suddenly a strong blast of icy wind buffets you from west, so intense it almost knocks you over. Perhaps dear Ilvermornian, you should have left your hair in that braid, because it is quite the mess now. Not to mention all that snow you melted has been replaced by the force of the wind.

The wind calms just as suddenly as it came up giving you a chance to catch your breath, before another strong gust comes, this time from the north. You are caught in the forceful gale once again.

Does this wind have any specific meaning you can gain from it? Or it is just the sporadic winds of the hostile Tundra that you are caught in?