After assembling all the equipment and animals they deemed necessary, the group of the young priestess, two elves and loyal wolf companion set out. The horses paced evenly and moved naturally even in the chilly hills. They, just like the people who raised them were strong, resilient creatures forged by the land and its weather. Dae strutted along dutifully, even if he had to hasten his steps to keep up with the horses. Whenever the group stopped to let the animals rest and camp, the wolf would lie down to regain some strength for the next section of the road, with his ears still perched for any sign of danger or his friends calling to him.<br/>On their way they passed white hills and streams, and a large tundra forest in the distance, crossed a river over a wooden bridge and headed into the more wild, tundra regions.<br/><br/>As they would travel, Varis would sometime ride and scout ahead, look for signs of passage and monster tracks. His skill in tracking and survival would let him to spot signs that creatures left behind crossing or moving about the hills. Though some were hard to read, he could clearly identify other tracks and it was up to the group to decide if they wanted to engage any group of creatures, or prepare for a chance encounter with their kind while they were camping.<br/>According to Varis' tracking, he could make out canines moving about, wolves most likely, but he also found broken goblin arrows over a hillside, abandoned for a few days and ruined as they were left there. He could also make out the tracks of a massive feline creature, possibly a saber-toothed tiger seeing how they were crossing the tundra and into the mountains, and there were some large, simian-looking tracks he only came upon due to chance and couldn't fully identify. The tracks looked like it was made by large bodied simian creatures, either two or three, that appeared to have moved on two legs, but were to bestial to resemble giant tracks.<br/><br/>After a day's journey the group came to rest and set up camp with sore buttocks from hours upon hours of riding and slightly chilled by the air that was getting cooler by the hour, or so it seemed. They knew they weren't alone in the wilderness and that there were predators and monsters around, but in the gloomy half-night cast by the eclipse they would still need a campfire, or a source of warmth to drive the cold away that was slowly creeping on them the longer they traveled. Their thick winter clothing helped, but so far they were lucky the first day when the weather was clear and when they camped they could only lament that stars and aurora were not visible due to the penumbra cast on the world. If the weather would turn worse in the following days, they'd have a much tougher time for sure.