To everyone's relief, there were no more major storms. A few small ones that the wolves were able to keep trudging through, but nothing as treacherous. Philippa still suffered with the freezing temperatures, so Bardulf went to her for a few hours, warming her up until it was time for him to help. He wouldn't want the others doing all the work, neither did Philippa.
When they finally made out of the mountains three weeks later, it was with triumphant howls of glee. Philippa was able to sit up and look around, the cold biting, but not to the point where she turned blue with the right layers. She smiled at seeing the white landscape stretch out before her, seeming to go on forever, yet knowing there was a home out there, waiting for them.
