The trip across the Frozen Wastes was a relatively quick one today, following the ridgeline from the town all the way to the northwestern edge of the Fae Forest, where the river exited.
That would let them ride downstream to the Garage, and then they could walk to the Den itself. The banks were wide for most of the distance, and there were plenty of trails that they could follow to avoid getting wet while heading home.
But first, Wolfe called for some more assistance.
[Snowman to the Den. Can we get a cargo transfer to the river mouth entrance to the Forest?] He requested, using the handheld radio from his pack.
[We can have a ride there for you in an hour. We are looking forward to seeing what you brought back.] One of the witches answered. It sounded like Alice, but Wolfe couldn't be completely sure over the static that the abundance of magic caused in the radio communications.
