Lambert passed through the tents his aura rapidly melted the snow on the path revealing the dying grass beneath, the storm had gone on for three days, but there was finally a break in the ceaseless winds and falling snow.
He had made it his duty to keep the roads of the camp clear each day, he soon came to a halt when he finished.
Lambert's eyes trailed beyond the edges of the camp and onto the mounts that made up the Hunters Pass.
There were tall mounts of dark black volcanic rock that made up the pass, the mounts were situated perfectly to act as shelter from most of the elements making it an ideal place for wild game to rest and hunt.
During the seasons of the Storm and Earth, it was a place that teemed with life more than enough to support an army but after the time spent here the population of the creatures had dwindled significantly.
