By the time both their flasks had been emptied, the light had begun to fade from the sky, and fat snowflakes had already begun to descend from the sky. Though the winds had lightened slightly, there was still a biting chill in the air, and Konta knew that it would grow far worse once the Sun had completely set. Even though they had only covered about half the distance needed to completely encircle the camp, the two hunters had met up with Bren and Grim, who had been performing the same work from the other side of the village. Their combined efforts had effectively covered all the ground they needed, and so the four hunters prepared to return to the camp and set themselves up for the night.
It was as Konta began to turn to head towards the camp that Bren caught his shoulder and forcefully
