MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
RESTORED TO 100%
Comet's internal compass read true; she trudge onward, deeper.
Her paws carried her to a break in the path. A stone jutted out, rough on the side facing her and blasted-smooth the other way. It was fairly broad and curved: the perfect place to get a moment's respite and perhaps warm up before continuing - or heading back.
It was getting harder and harder to see up ahead, and the wind was enough to sweep the feet out from underneath any Gembound. Each step was a gamble.
@Comet