[A/N: Let's leave Cedric in that cocoon for now; he'll be fine. Instead, how about we see how his children are doing? ]
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Gerald walked amidst the seemingly endless blanket of white snow at a calm and brisk pace.
From his gait, it was clear he wasn't affected by the harsh and cold environment. His breath wasn't even misty. The pile of endless snow didn't slow him down either.
It was a stark difference compared to the people around him, who were shivering and doing their best to stay awake as they trod these dangerously cold lands.
"Are we nearly there?" I—I don't think I'm nearly all spent," said one of his companions.
This one was a beastkin. It's a big fellow who had a lion head and muscular humanoid body. He's wearing leather armor made from his prey, and there's a large axe slung behind him. Though he's covered from head to toe and he has thick fur, none of it stopped the biting cold from affecting him. He might as well be considered naked here.
