Elle could barely believe how comfortable Ghaleon seemed to feel under the stare of her arrow. He even went as far as to pose the question of camp and caves. She would have been amused if she didn't chalk it up to his power. He apparently felt confident enough to repute her even when she had him at a drastic disadvantage. Maybe he had hoped that she'd let her guard down, or maybe he planned to lead her to an ambush near by. He was hunting her for a bounty, after all.<br/><br/>She motioned with the bow into the dark woods, making a note of the trembling in her arm from the strain of keeping the arrow nocked. "Walk," she repeated. Frostbite and cold and weariness were only symptoms of weakness. The best way to purge weakness was to overcome it, and the best way to overcome it was to push through it. She had done things to her body. This was not her proverbial first rodeo. Still, her breath was progressively making less steam in the air, and she was gradually not feeling the bite of the cold anymore, only a creeping sleepiness. The snow fell in large, heavy flakes as the night's temperature continued to fall.