The first of Frost Fall had come, and with it snow in the night. The snow provided more cover from predators, but made it hard to travel quickly. Luciack’s injuries were another matter. Their journey was only just beginning. They’d found a small inn not fifty miles from New Leaf and stayed there until the storm eased up and Luciack was in better condition.
The day they left the inn, a warm day greeted them. A gentle breeze blowing across the snowy ground. It wasn’t long before the warmth turned into biting cold. The storm raging around them, its icy grip threatening to tear them apart.
The howling wind bit at any exposed skin. Fingers numb, Morgan tucked her hands into her armpits in some vain attempt at warmth. A few minutes of walking had left their tracks covered with fresh, glistening white powder.