"I'll take that as a good sign, then."

She already sounds tired. They'll find them.



She trudges on in silence, head up, scanning the white upon white, striving to find something, anything. A foot print. A scrap of clothing.

"Curtis! Edgar! Call out if you can hear us!"

They're nearing the water's edge now. There's a burnt out old structure here, she remembers. Maybe they found shelter there. She points and Woola charges ahead.