Yes... The answer was a murmur on her lips. Quiet as though if she spoke of it too loudly, it might make the creature appear - like Candyman, Bloody Mary or oh - ! Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!

The winter winds had carried them, the earth speaking to them in whisper with this wind and the rumble of thunder in the distance. Beckoning. And there, the red glow of the blood moon seemed to shine just so that it seemed to create a path towards a sliver of a crack in a thick wall of mountain ice.

Wardruna's ears perked, olive eyes following the trace of Vitus own. Easily does the tall, thin build of her cousin slip in and Wardruna felt her heart pounding with hidden fear as she squeezed her way. Dying only lasted moments in battle. Dying like this? Stuck inbetween ice for weeks until you withered away? Fuck. Off.

Hearing Vitus words, she grumbles and pushes further through the crevice. Loosened bits of ice scattering to the ground as she fell out onto the other side to where the cavern opened up. Another wall of ice was before them, fitted with jagged shards and at its center, a rune pulsing in blue glow. Wardruna felt the rhythm in her feet, in her heart. As Vitus, Wardruna began to dig with dull claws and using her paws to try and balance her weight on some of the lower shards to snap them off to create a larger area of flat surface to work with. How long would this take??