As the boy kept going forward, the amount of snow increased, making it tougher to walk. He was thankful for the extra socks and gloves he bought before in Peace Village. He was doing his best to follow the instructions he was given by the blonde girl. As he walked, his panic slowly, but steadily rose. He didn't know whether he was going the right way, but he knew that he had to trust himself and Poko's words. It didn't take long for him to find himself in a snowstorm, making it nigh impossible to see around him. He wrapped his arms tighter around himself. Shortly after he noticed strange lights ahead. They were shimmering blue and the closer he got, he realised that those were the spirit wolves, that were supposed to guide him to the guildhall. The spirit wolves didn't move, but instead watched his every step, as if they were judging his worth. He noticed how the storm was somewhat dimmed near their presence, but their gaze froze him in his tracks. For a moment he thought that they would reject him and attempt to hunt him down, but thankfully for him, the wolves turned around and started walking in a direction, with a purpose. The boy followed.
It took his frozen limbs a bit to get to the guild grounds. The spirits vanished, leaving him alone for the last part of the journey. With a sigh the boy stepped forward. Suddenly, he found himself in a much less stormy area, but equally as snowy as the mountains around. He assumed that there must've been a magical bubble of sorts, that protected the guild grounds. A few snowflakes were falling down here and there as he walked through the front garden. Everything looked so beautiful. Eero cautiously took the steps up to the front door and gingerly pushed it open, quietly slipping inside. His breath was taken away by the wooden interior that had an incredibly cozy feel to it. Even if he knew that he has never been here before, it still felt familiar somehow. He let the door close behind him on its own, as he could only look around himself in pure awe.