Cara stood stock still. The cabin was burning. The bodies were burning.  Bodies. Her mind refused to take in the narrow escape at the hands of these monsters and the fact that she had killed one. She refused to think about the brain splatter on the floor and the way the bodies had curled up in the fire. She wanted to leave, run far far away. There was a blizzard outside and Winter wanted them to get the hell out of Dodge.How could she ever survive in an Arctic blizzard?<br/><br/>The fire seemed contained in the living room for now so she went back to her room and began to shove clothes in to a giant backpack that already had an Arctic sleeping bag attached. Someone, more hardy than herself had outfitted this thing as a backcountry pack and Cara had never really taken time to look closely at what all it had.<br/><br/>A loud boom and whoosh let her know that the fire had spread to the kitchen and would soon engulf even this far back room. So she eased open the window and tossed out all the gear she could, including her parka and knee high insulated boots. Scooping them up, she ran away from the house, taking giant strides to plow through the snow drifts. She paused to put on the boots and park properly and struggled with the moose sized backpack. When she reached the barn, she wove more magic to cover the heavy smoke that marred the white landscape.<br/><br/>The horses were kicking the sides of the stalls again but Winter was doing his best to become acquainted. She saddled two of them, the matched bays, and opened the barn doors to drive out all of them. In the confusion of the fire and smoke, they ran helter skelter in the yard, obscuring any tracks just like Winter had shown her. The huskies were more sedate as they followed the geldings, Nip and Tuck.<br/><br/>Cara on was glad for the embedded understanding on what do to up here in the North. Had she had to rely on her own knowledge of riding a horse, she would been forced to walk.  Catching the reins for Winter, she tried to hand off the other ride to him.