Boztun Badlands, Klos 18th, 350AC, 10:50 (fog, 45 degrees, crescent moon)
Your group trudges northeast towards Car Isle. Misty vapors swirl around your feet, then engulf you in fog as you continue forward. Everything is gray and damp, yet the air feels warmer to you. The snow becomes thinner until it is merely a thin layer (1cm or less) on the hard packed earth. After walking a few minutes, the fog becomes much thicker and it is difficult to see more than a few meters away. Bren and Zarr, scouting ahead disapear entirely into the gray.
Suddenly you hear a number of high pitched howls and baying yips. The noises come from both your right and left, and sound fairly close (maybe not reach out and touch close, but hit ’em with a rock close).
[audio:https://gwevolution.netfarious.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/yiphowls.mp3|autostart=no]What now?
