This was the most perfect day she'd seen in a long time. Snow assaulted them from the north blowing it down their coats and clinging desperately to anything it could hold on to. It felt wonderful against her skin, she could see so well in this, so well that she was leading the both of them across the face of the mountain with ease. Ithacles was not having an easy time, but the wind howling around them and the chance that talking too much or too loudly could cause a slide kept him from saying much. Every now and then they halted in place to watch the darker objects above them climbing and moving around. To make sure they were still going somewhere.

( She'd tracked them here not a week ago. )