Chapter 122: [122] Blood in the Snow
Morning came with a fresh blanket of snow and darkening skies that promised more. Xavier tightened the cinch on Smoke’s saddle, patting the gray gelding’s neck as the animal snorted clouds of vapor into the frigid air.
"Storm’s coming," Dalen announced, moving between the wagons. "We push through to the next waypoint. No stops unless absolutely necessary."
Xavier glanced toward the northern pass, where clouds hung low and heavy against jagged peaks.
Leading Ember by the reins, Naomi approached. The cold had painted her cheeks pink, her breath visible in short, irritated puffs.
"Efler wants us to ride in her wagon today," Xavier said, keeping his tone neutral. "With the weather turning, it makes sense."
"I’d rather ride." Naomi adjusted her fur-lined hood. "Horses can navigate snow better than wagons if things get bad."
"That’s not what the caravan master says."
"And he knows everything?" She tugged at her gloves. "Besides, her wagon’s too small for three people and supplies."
Xavier studied her face. "This isn’t about space."
"You really think I’m that complicated?" Naomi swung up into her saddle. "Sometimes a preference is just a preference."
Dalen sounded the horn—three short blasts signaling immediate departure. The caravan began moving, wheels crunching through the unbroken snow.