Winter sighed, obviously she hadn't seen the spare tire in the back. By the time the men or at least the man that still was alive fixed it and driven half away back to their base they would be frozen to death. It wouldn't be any good just making a vehicle and their bodies disappear If they went missing more humans would come looking for them. Thats why he led the helicopters away first before disposing them. The real trick was letting humans find the jeep the broken down on the road and not ask any questions. When she tried to show him the military he only grinned, he  had been avoiding them for years, it had almost become a child hood game for him.<br/><br/>However realistically the safest thing to do was to leave. They had found her nest, she would have to get a new one... realistically he was surprised they hadn't found her sooner and he was happy that he had been there when they came. Winter charged the shotgun again, and stepped forward shooting the dead in the head, scattering his brains across the floor and then repeated, executing the last man.  It really didn't matter now, the mess that was.<br/><br/>Winter went to pull the trigger again, but he was out of ammunition. The gun to him was now useless, and he tossed it aside and moved over toward the fire place. Without even thinking twice he reached in and pulled out a log... it was red hot with flames still dancing about, but Winter didn't seem to notice the extreme heat as he calmly walked over to the couch and dropped the burning log into the cushions. Winter held the quilt close to his shoulders and he watched in awe as the couch went up into flames .... he had seen lightning strike a tree once... it was a lot like that, only without the explosion.  The young male turned, picked up the first corps and tossed him onto the smoldering couch and then other got the other filling the cabin with a sickly sweet bully wrenched odor.  Black plumes began billowing upward as the flames grew higher and higher filling the cabin with smoke. He had tried to think of how to make her understand that they would have to leave now.... but he was pretty sure she would get the idea now... there wasn't much choice now and he didn't feel like arguing with her.<br/><br/>Winter then sent her an image.......*Horses.... horses running free....... Many horse tracks running in different directions..... only one saddled.... the image of a bird flying from its nest.... large beavers at the base of the tree...*  basically he was saying its time to leave the nest, and leave lots of tracks going in all different directions.<br/><br/>Surprisingly Winter was feeling much better, perhaps it was because of her magical aura... simply being around her made him feel more energized.  With a quilt still rapped around his shoulders and Winter turned and walked out of the burning cabin, barely even noticing the cold snow on his bare feet, as he stoically moved out into the blizzard, his long white hair and the quilt flapping in the wind giving his ghostly white silhouette an eery supernatural appearance as he moved toward the barn.