To her credit, once she was done with breakfast, Artemis was arguably the quickest packer. As soon as camp had broken, Trace set off on a swift trot — nose down, as always. Nopony spoke as they walked. Bitterroot kept glancing north whenever she could catch a snatch of the blizzard through the trees. It crept nearer and nearer, but not so quickly that it’d overtake them. They’d reach the valley in time, easily.