The wind blew hard a few minutes later, shaking the snow beneath his feet. The cold crawled beneath his garments, biting through the skin.
Even while being well prepared for the journey, nature couldn't help but remind him that he needed more than what he acquired to survive this journey.
Ralph turned his gaze to Ash, "Come on now boy, we've got a mountain to climb before time passes." He tapped him on the forehead.
Ash rose up from the snow and shook it off in one violent shake. Then he followed Ralph as they continued their journey up the mountain.
Returning to the carved path added a sense of peace in Ralph's mind. He was no longer tense about the path suddenly disappearing because of an avalanche or something worse.
While he sat on the tree trunk, his eyes never wavered from the path. Even when he turned to look at Ash, he didn't stare at him for too long before returning his gaze to the path.
