Dean was walking forward with heavy steps. He was panting slightly but wasn't tired already. He felt like he had much more gas to burn until the end of the day. In truth, he could walk for a day straight if he wanted to. Thanks to Excalibur, he had enough energy to do so.
He was in open space again, following the direction where Claire had pointed to him before. She assumed that there were plains in that direction. If that was how she supposed, then they could finally find a safer place. The weather was harsh in the mountains and, although it wouldn't be much better on the plains, they would have more chances to find a refuge there.
