Dash

 The night was cold, and Skye missed the warmth of her husband. Tidas was basically a walking, talking heater with legs, and she wished that they could've share a tent. If not for her Shaman trait, she most likely would've caught a cold.

 As the dawning sky shifted to a dreary bluish-grey color, the soldiers had already been up and moving for hours. Snow was threatening them, and the villagers warned of it being the first long storm of the winter.

 Snowstorms could last for weeks at a time in the far north. Skye had experienced something akin to it as a young lass, but it had only lasted two weeks before it had broke. In the middle of winter, a storm could last a full month. If they couldn't finish their missions by the end of two weeks time; they'd most likely be stuck in the Highlands all winter.