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Haunt snorted at Merlin's retort, giving herself a little shake as she followed him out of the cave. As they climbed to higher and more open ground, the wind sank its teeth into her, chilling her to the very marrow of her bones. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at her friend's back, wondering why she'd let him convince her to leave the shelter of the cavern.

He led her to a copse of trees, their upper boughs shaking in the strong winds. But closer to the forest floor, it wasn't too terrible. The windchill still gnawed at her, yet Haunt hoped that if they kept moving, they might not get frostbite or simply die of exposure.

As she squared off with him, prepared to get right on with it, his question caught her off guard. Her head rocked back a little as she blinked at him. "Yeah," Haunt said, "are you?" But she didn't give him a chance to answer before adding, "We doing this or what? Let's go before we freeze to death." She clapped her forepaws for emphasis.