Snow still fell heavily that morning, the gray sky rolling with heavy clouds. The cold air clung to every breath with a biting sting. Sylvia and Velthya ran side by side, black mantle and dark armor billowing behind them.
Crunch! Crunch!! Crunch!!!
Their steps pounded against the snow that reached their knees, leaving a long trail across the endless white path.
"Four kilometers more," muttered Velthya, her breath forming thick steam. Her wolf ears twitched restlessly, catching the sound of the wind howling through the pines.
Sylvia did not reply. Her crimson eyes gleamed, her gaze fixed straight ahead. She had already calculated that thirty minutes of running through the storm was enough to close in on their target. And indeed, at the end of the path, the silhouette of a stone building began to emerge.
