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Silence fell over the duo and Nyx followed Mahler obediently, trailed quietly along at his flank. Hawkish eyes studied their rugged surroundings, swept over undisturbed snow and dark rocks that glistened beneath Winter's sun with a thick layer of ice. The spires were cold, she felt, unforgiving - suitable for Sagtannet's toughened wolves.

The General paused at the mouth of a cave, and the tawny Ostrega eased alongside him. She lowered her head to sniff at the ground, test the scents to ensure there were no other creatures making a home of it. Her dark-furred companion did likewise and, with a sideways glance at him, Nyx dipped her crown and moved to venture into the darkness.