Watch the moon

The forest's stillness wrapped around them, broken only by the sound of the wind rushing past them as Oath led Fairytale and Atreyu along the narrow, uneven path of the fjord. The climb up had left his muscles aching, and now they faced the challenge of finding a safe place to rest before the chill of night set in.

"We need shelter," Oath murmured, mostly to himself, his cyan eyes scanning the rockface. "Something to keep us out of the wind and hidden." He slowed his pace, studying the area around them, his reflective horns catching the fading light.

A cluster of trees growing close together nearby, their wide trunks and low hanging branches forming a natural nook. Oath motioned for them to stop. "Here, this could work," he said, his voice steady despite the fatigue he could feel creeping in. "I'll need both of you to help me gather materials."

He crouched down, brushing his paw against the dirt and picking up a fallen branch. "We'll need sturdy sticks to frame it," he explained, glancing at Fairytale and Atreyu. "And anything soft - moss, leaves - for inside."