Dawnlark Plains Set this dump ablaze

[table width=80%][tr][td]The wind played with the lioness' mane as it seemed they were frozen in time. It did not help that the world around them was covered in a dusting of snow as well - even though K'atik doubted anyone was near. Camazotz would've warned them about threats, for they were his devoted followers that did his dirty work with a butcher's smile. The mother did not smile at her daughter found so long ago; instead, she raised her brows tiredly and then softly sighed. Her breath could be seen - the white of it fading into the dark of night.

We are going toward those mountains. She announced with a nudge to the air - pointing at the row of dangerous peaks in front of them. She left no room for debate, even though she doubted Riqtajinaq would complain. What they would find there had not been revealed by the Great Black, putting the Scythe on edge more than usual. Camazotz worked in mysterious ways, she knew, and she trusted him with her soul.[/td][/tr][/table]