Back In The Snow

Two days later, Karl found himself standing in the snow at the base of the mountains again, just as he had been on his last mission, only this time, instead of the frigid cold and silence, he could hear the distant sound of Frost Giant war horns, the sound carrying over fifty kilometres through the hills as they staged for an attack along the front lines.

The group had just landed, and the intelligence on their area looked good, but the numbers that his keen eyes had detected along the main lines were far larger than the number of stones that had been placed on the map.

If each blue stone had been five hundred, not one hundred, it might have been an overstatement, but much closer to the truth of the situation, while here in the hills, their newly arrived group had yet to spot anything threatening.

"Which way should we search first?" Bear asked as she surveyed the trees in front of them.