Julian
`"Be careful, monster hunters. We would be already glad if you only take down one pack of wolves already, no need to be heroic! I don't want you to be the next sacrifice to the mountains..."`
*Those were the last words from the warm hearted matriarch as the group departed for the hunt. The eternal snow covered the entirety of the landscape, but the hidden path to the heights was marked with several stone beacons to help people navigate between the towns.*
*Whereas the huntress seemed to know her fellow bard, there was a third person who joined their party. Did they already know each other, too?*
*In any case, the cold was tolerable for now. The weather didn't seem bad, as it was softly snowing and it still was daytime, but the sky was completely devoid of blue. The higher they would've walked, the colder it would've gotten. They wouldn't have had to last too long up there, as their equipment didn't seem very adapted to freezing temperatures.*
*For now, the group would've followed the snowy path which lead to higher plateaux of the Ramul Tossou.*
Mary
*She was walking ahead of the group, a few meters before the other party members. On the way up the mountains, the witcher was trying to seek out any tracks or any other indicators of the monster's presence, any slightest hint as to what it might be. Muttering something under her breath, Katya cast a spell that would enhance her senses - namely her sight and smell - in order to spot things like footprints or pieces of fur more easily. For now, she was ignoring her companions, not wanting to distract herself by anything. Here, in the mountains, during the hunt, a slightest mistake could result in everyone dying. And Katya most certainly intended to live. She stopped for a while to look around, then sighed - still no tracks of any kind - and continued walking up the plateau.*
Vernon
Byleth was right behind Katya but turned into opposite direction, basically watching her back to prevent any ambushes from rear. Double layer of linen clothes, aketon and armor protected Byleth well enough for current climate, so low temperatures aren't going to be large problem so far, well, at least he thinks so.
John
*Truging through the snow behind them was a rather tired High Elf, the runes on her headband still glowing faintly, the last of the spell imbued on them just starting to fade away. Yawning as she looked around seemingly displeased by their chilly surroudings she contrased her alert partners with her sleepy unprofessionalism. Retreating further into her Aketon coat she tried to hide away from the cold the best she could, watching her breath form mist infront of her.*
Mary
*After some time of the difficult journey up the mountains, Katya stopped.*
"Ah, fuck." *She muttered to herself. She turned around to face the other party members.*
"Still nothing." *She said, gesturing with her hand to the empty, snowy plateau behind her and the mountain peaks ahead of them.*
"We need to go up higher, but I don't think we'll survive there for long. It's getting colder and colder every inch." *She then waited for the group's response - usually she'd go down in such circumstances but the other two might have something to say about it.*