The strenuous trek uphill continued for the entire night... until dawn when we finally emerged above the tree line.
There were no more trees in front of us and the terrain here was rocky and dominated by scree, large boulders, and patches of alpine moss.
The worst part was the unbearable cold, which was biting, especially this early in the morning.
We all shivered as we tiredly made our way to look for a rock shelter, following the whisperglobe's guidance.
It took a bit of time for us to find a small overhang tucked beneath a massive granite slab, just large enough to shield us from the biting wind and the rising sun.
We rushed to take shelter, then quickly lit up a large fire. All of us, including the bonds gathered round it for warmth.
A few minutes later, and we were already skinning and cooking one of the mountain cats that we killed. Before long, the rich smell of roasted meat permeated the air.
