The snow was deeper now, reaching all the way to his knee when he took a step. Progress was slow, but steady. His rations were dwindling, but there was still time. There was always time.
A call from above drew his attention, and he looked up to see the eagle gliding along the cliffs. He was still going in the right direction.
Another noise came from behind him, this time, the low growl of a wolf. Good. Battle would warm him.
A call from above drew his attention, and he looked up to see the eagle gliding along the cliffs. He was still going in the right direction.
Another noise came from behind him, this time, the low growl of a wolf. Good. Battle would warm him.
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