As the two traveled through it would be smooth sailing until they found the end results of the battle that just took place. Corpses of winter dragons were thrown all about like rag dolls, heads decapitated or hacked nearly all the way off. They never stood a chance against whatever happened here. Uzuyoki stopped as she saw what she had come to see. A large dragoness, much like the dragon queen they had encountered before, save for white scales, laid there, deep gashes all about. Her head was intact, though she was clearly dead by the redness of the snow about her. Uzuyoki let out a whimper of sorrow and placed a hand on it, murmuring a prayer before backing away. "...Who would do such a thing? This is not like what dragons do..." she muttered.<br/><br/>Back at the hill, the old man became very uneasy, looking nervously into the distance as he tensed and untensed.