“Hoo boy,” Bitterroot said, facehooving. Were Trace and Artemis really so caught up in sniping that they couldn’t even look around themselves? “Alright. There was a blizzard several miles north, up on a mountain.” She pointed off into the darkness. “It didn’t look like it was moving much today, but we won’t be able to travel if it hits us. Should we get up early tomorrow for some traveling, just in case?”