Mia looked across the mountains, feeling disheartened. How much further was it? How many more days through untamed wilderness?
Her memory was fuzzy on just how far into the mountains it would be before they entered the tunnel leading to the wights' castle. She hoped it wouldn't be long.
She was weary, dragging, and not mentally prepared to trudge onward.
But she would. Everyone needed her to. She couldn't give up, wouldn't give in. Her magic was working, and she could manage to sit on Harper and lead them up the last few layers to the top of the cliff.
The forested mountains would provide better camping, anyway. Grazing for the horses and firewood. Plants to forage and maybe small animals to hunt.