C57. Behemoth

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A sudden gust of wind raised the snow in the air as the temperature dropped even further. The sounds of catering teeth could be heard as two figures tried desperately to wrap themselves in a single fur cloak as they tried to walk in the thick layer of snow while dragging on the reins of two horses behind them. The level the snow had reached was too high for them to ride the horses and they couldn't leave them behind.

"Why. Did. We. Bring. Only. One. Winter. Coat. We're. Gonna. Freeze To. Death."

"You. had. your. own. Bag. Why. Didn't. You. Bring. One. For. Your. Self."

"I. Thought. it was. Your job. To. Pack. Clothing. And mine. To pack. our gEars."