They had found a trail in the snow.
Impossible to see individual foot prints, but it seemed to be a relatively small number.
Lestor raised a hand to shield his eyes against the glare from the sun on the snow. The trail wound along the side of the mountain, a narrow and dangerous passage.
Arhan said the tracks were relatively fresh, not filled with windblown snow, not yet crusted.
They were gaining ground, and with the previous storm, most likely those they pursued would have had to take shelter for the rapidly approaching night.
“We have to find a place before nightfall. We cannot continue on a path such as this in darkness. No matter how much we wish for speed, it is too dangerous to everyone involved, and before you speak, that includes you, Lestor.”
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