With his arms wrapped around him against the cold, Daniel continued to trudge on through the snow. He scowled, his headache having gotten worse despite his strange yet relaxing sleep. All in all, it was pretty bad timing considering that the entire group of bug-horses, or changelings if he believed his dream, had decided to make their huge snow trek. He was in the approximate middle, the number of the creatures showing when they were all out in the open. Boris was trotting along by his side, the creature in his armour and helmet with the toolset carried on his back.