Frostbound

Abigail

She tried her best to keep the caravan going but the ever-worsening conditions made things hard. They were running out of thick furs for clothes and blankets, firewood was running low which would force them to stop and chop more soon, and people were getting sick from staying out too long. Connor was behind on making medicine and that was only the beginning of their troubles.

Everyone was on the brink of exhaustion because of the pace Chris set but no one was willing to speak up about it. After the fight with the wolves, everyone not of their family refused to say anything that would hinder their path forward.

It would have to be her talking some sense into him, as everyone else was too scared.

Chris didn't know it, but him demolishing the pack made nearly everyone fear him to some degree. No one else in the group could have gone out alone and done what he did and his image had changed after people knew of his accomplishment.

He didn't even have to say anything or tell the tale, just the state of the bodies and the destruction of the area where the fighting occurred were enough to paint the picture. The people in charge of dismantling the bodies knew how high level all of them were and they knew how powerful the leader was. The remnants of its mana and Law were still suffused in its pelt and the person in charge of skinning had to replace his knife afterward as it was irreparably misshapen.

People talked in hush whispers as the rumors spread and even if Abigail wanted to, she doubted she could've stopped them. She wouldn't have, as this cemented Chris in a better light as a powerful leader, but it was out of the bag now and there was no taking it back.

After finding the first possible spots not to his liking, he pushed forward faster every time. Like he was rushing to get where he wanted and each disappointment only made him more agitated.

They had long left what any normal person would consider harsh winter and had stepped into something else entirely.

The snowfall was so thick, a wall of white met their eye in every direction that was impossible to see through. On the days that didn't have any snow, the glistening reflection of the sun made everything so bright you needed sunglasses to see anything.

If it wasn't one thing, it was another.

Austin had a great time during those days but everyone else was miserable. Some even got sunburned from the intense reflections.