Catskill ran a few numbers, and… yeah, keeping up the same pace was perfect. “Good.” Assuming the blizzard cooperated. What was it doing, anyway? She couldn’t see it from ground level at the moment. “Start packing, but I need to check the weather first. Be back in a minute.” She leaped up to one of the pine’s lower branches and clambered up the tree, shoving aside branches and getting coated with needles and sap. She vaguely noted that she’d managed to go the whole trip so far without sniping at Amanita, but brushed the thought away. Maybe she just had some aggressive energy in her system that the hard pace had gotten out. Definitely wouldn’t be the first time.