Frostbound

Chris

"Well, that was close." Austin whistled as our boats ran ashore. The last three days had people plugging holes, shoveling water, or otherwise spreading themselves thin trying to keep the things afloat.

The ease of the first day of travel lulled us into a false sense of security.

What followed was the harrowing task of trying to defend the boats from sinking and we were not without failure.

We lost three along the journey.

The saved the supplies and they, along with the people, were spread out over the remaining vessels but it was still rather uncomfortable to be packed in so tightly. I delegated a considerable amount of manpower to keep the two boats filled with bison alive.

Not only because Sarah was on one of them, but because there was no way I was going to be packed in with the enormous beasts.

The smell of damp fur, musk, and otherwise unmentionables... yeah, no way in hell.

That being the case, along with the fact it was one of the heaviest boats that hauled the most in terms of cargo, everyone was in agreement to shift forces to defend it.

The three of us up front did our best to head off anything too strong, but that was easier said than done. The River was a lot bigger than it used to be. Both in depth and width.

I wasn't sure of the dimensions of the River from Before, but it was a monster now. Miles upon miles wide in some places and so deep my aura couldn't reach the bottom.

It was difficult to parse through rushing water with it but still, I'd covered nearly an entire town with it before, to not even reach the bottom?