"The scent of campfires carries on the wind." Skovi growled as he eyed the mountain range.
Ania's eyebrows shot up in curiosity. 'We must be getting close to where they'll exit the mountains. If they haven't already.' She turned her eyes to those tall peaks as she tried to catch sight of any columns of smoke. However, with all the snow falling over them, it was difficult to make out anything.
"Skovi, do you mind scouting for any hidden paths that an army could use? We have to find out the exact location they will descend from." Ania asked as she petted the giant wolf. Over the course of their journey, she had felt as if they had become quite close.
