every mile is two in winter

The ice was incredibly thick, as though it had been here for thousands of years and had never melted before. She remained glued to Hattori’s side. He acted as her guide along with a wind break. Venom’s sharp cat claws were helpful in keeping her place on the ice, but the wind was relentless. Hattori became the natural leader of their little group. Venom was the Empress but she knew when to let her Shogun take the lead. She nodded frigidly as he suggested they stick close together.

Venom was grateful for Raijin as he shored up on her other side and she had both men looking out for her more vulnerable form. Venom didn’t appreciate anyone believing her weak, but in that moment she fully appreciated the extra help. The party continued forward, uncertain where they were going but the snow lightened up enough that a form began to take shape further onward. Raijin spotted it first and Venom squinted her eyes as she peered up to decipher what she was looking at. ”I can’t tell,” she answered, but her voice was nearly whipped away by the wind. ”Is it coming towards us?”