The next morning, after a night of Frost Snow's nurturing, the boulders above their campsite were also adorned with a thick white coat. Dawn was just breaking when the Snow Fox Species stretched lazily and walked out of their tents. Clan Chief Dal, leading the group, clasped his hands behind his back and surveyed the camp. Valentina's party had not yet left their tents, but he closed his eyes, sniffed deeply, and then revealed a hint of puzzlement.
"Is it my imagination, or has the scent of fear lessened…"
"Clan Leader, should we wake them? The weather looks good today; I think someone might catch up to us."
"Mmm, wake them up then. Let them discuss and decide how to organize things."
"Yes."
