Treachery was freezing, literally so cold the snow whipped across our faces, tearing our skin and cracking our lips. The pups hid in the knapsacks to find refuge from the blistering blizzards. Vultures roamed the sky, just waiting for one of us to drop so they can swoop in for an easy meal.
"There!"
"WHAT? I can't hear you!" Screaming at the top of my lungs because the wind was so vicious it blocked out sound travel, Remiel grabbed my face and showed me where he was pointing to.
"Over there!" He yelled back. Icicles had formed on his eyebrows.
Changing course, we headed for an ice formation that blocked the wind. Sighing in relief from the constant snow that caused a thousand cuts across our skin, we sat in the middle of the ice. It was surprisingly warm in the middle, with big beaut
