The captain led the way up the mountain, his steps slow as the climb became steeper with each minute. The scouts followed closely, their breaths visible in the freezing air, tucking their furry coats up, protecting their necks. Leier glanced upward, noting that the peak of the mountain was drawing nearer, yet the valley still couldn't be seen, remaining hidden.
"We're almost there" - the captain said, his voice strained from the effort, his throat dry thanks to the lack of air humidity. "Just a bit further." He couldn't feel his nose or fingers anymore, and the same was true for all the scouts behind him, except for Leier.
As they ascended, the path grew narrower and more dangerous. Loose rocks, covered by ice, crumbled under them, and the wind howled through the peaks, caressing their ears. Yet, they kept going.
