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(Timeskip to Dive Rock.)

The winds of winter pushed hard upon them. Everyone would have had sat to sit off their horses (and their stag), to lead the poor animals through the thick layers of snow as they trudged up through the mountains. Ran'Jinro had lost count of how long it had been since they had faced the Sabrecat Beast, but it appeared as if it had let the go. Or at least that's what he hoped for. A Sabrecat Beast on the prowl was more of a threat than all the other creatures combined. Beast Slayers both refrained from attacking them and were discouraged from doing so, no matter how well the odds were in their favour. The animals were unlike the other Beasts unpredictable and could easily turn the tables in a fight.

Now it seemed as if the Beast had either grown tired of chasing them, or was just simply slow on tracking them down. It wouldn't matter soon. They were almost at Dive Rock. Safe behind high walls and could easily win against an incoming Beast attack by utilising the city's defenses. He also longed for a warm bed to crawl down into... preferably with Raini. The cold had gotten to his fur, making strands of hair freeze into ice chunks.

It was pitch black where they walked and he could barely hear if anyone was calling out to him. The howling winds were deafening, to say the least. But he knew they were on the right track. They weren't lost. If only the blizzard would subside and if the sun could shine, they would have been able to see Dive Rock clear as a day before them. But the Jeralls were treacherous and if a Beast didn't get the unwary wanderer, it was the climate and weather in this particular region...

Somewhere in the darkness ahead of him he could see lights shining.

Lanterns, he reflected. He cast quick glance over his shoulder, making sure that everyone was still with the group. Though they were all still struggling with their animals. The horses didn't like the cold anymore than he did.

Tick neighed anxiously and he had to squeeze her head tenderly to calm her down. "Easy there, sweetie", he murmured, although he doubted that the horse could hear him. He could barely hear himself, even though he knew what he was saying. "Almost there. You will be put in some warm, cozy stables with all the hay you can imagine."

Tick snorted as he stroke her over the nose, it calmed her down and she continued to trudge through the snow, but he could still sense that she didn't want to go any further.

Evelyne shuddered and clappered with her teeth, having buried a hand within her cloak, the other hand holding the reins to Puke. It had almost turned blue.

Lass will have to amputate that thing if we don't reach Dive Rock as soon as possible...

It was a miracle to see that Swift-in-the-Sack didn't appear to be slightest bothered by the cold. In fact, he seemed to be so severily pissed at the weather condition that his anger most likely kept him warm.

"We just bloody had to go through here, didn't we?!" growled the Argonian through the heavy winds. "Shitty mountains..."