Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20171226150054/@comment-17114085-20180106223812

Come morning, Garm was the first one up. The wolf was restless, not having been able to hunt for food in a long time. He disliked being given food, the white husky much rather earn his food himself.

Rigmor petted his head. "I know boy, but there is nothing here to hunt for. This place is a frozen wasteland."

Athyis had looked over the method of predicting the path of the river and was impressed by the Redguard's intelligence. "With this we should get there before long."

The group had limited resources and nowhere else to get more in this continent. So getting to their goal fast wouldn't only spare them the fate of freezing to death but also starving to death.

(Timeskip?)