She squinted as they walked on, barely maintaining her footing as they trekked through the snow. She had nearly slipped once or twice when her boot made contact with a wet rock, but besides that, their lack of ability to see what was two feet in front of them truly set them back. The rope was the only thing that assured her Carson was close. That, and his warmth she could feel —hardly— when he would step closer to her. Feeling his lips against her ear, at his mention of the wolves, she shook her head. “I don’t think they’ll bother us. Not all the way out here. We may come across them closer to the bottom, but not up here. Not in this storm.”<br/><br/>Her legs began to ache as they pushed their way through the thick, tall snow. Her muscles were struggling to keep her going, it was causing her body to become fatigued. Nonetheless, she carried on, until she felt Carson pull her back. She put up no fight in pressing her body to his. Partly so she could head what he was saying, and partly because she was so cold. “We should bunker down here, we need to let this storm pass. We won’t get very far, and we certainly won’t get down alive.” She carefully pulled his back towards her, unzipping his backpack and pulling the can that held their tent. She zipped his pack back up, finding a good, flat spot. In the blizzard, she could hardly see. But, she placed the Can down, pressing the button to allow it to begin its mechanism.<br/><br/>Eventually, the tent was set up and she had him crawl Inside first before she followed suite. She closed them up, discarding her backpack before she curled up, wrapping her arms around her legs as she shivered. Her nose and lips were past pink, practically tinted at this point. She chartered her teeth, waiting to warm. “We need to w-wait out this s-storm.” Her words stuttered as she began to warm, but she dug through her bag. She found a water jug, handing it over to him with some pain killers.