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[ 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘, 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘, 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. ]

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I have some training in it.

[ Caitlyn is just perceptive, and that lends itself to tracking. Noticing the details, especially the ones that don't make sense, is the real key to tracking someone or something, and in the wilderness like this, anything that seems out of place within the blinding blanket of snow is a lead worth following.

That's her thought on it anyway. ]

It does seem odd. [ Caitlyn holds her arm up to shield her face from the wind. It's unnatural, really, and Caitlyn almost has to wonder if something is trying to keep them from going this direction. ] We need to push forward. We might be on the right path.

[ Confident her theory is correct, she presses on, looking back every once in a while, at Catra but also at the slope back where they came from.

Following the direction Catra is looking, Caitlyn sees the overhang, but she's distracted by attempting to both hold her arms out to catch her companion if needed and to keep herself upright against the strong wind. ]

Are you alright?

[heterochromeow]

[ This wind has some teeth. She falls back for a moment, as if it's going to lift her off her feet, only to fall into Caitlyn's arms and swing back, getting that momentary brace needed to steady herself and bunker down. ]

Ghh- I'm fine.

[ Her body lowers, ducking some into the wind after a brief frown. At least she's forgivingly light? Without boots or gloves on even Catra's starting to feel the chill. All the more reason to hurry up, right? There's a brief glance up, then her brows fix into something more determined. ]

C'mon... Get low- we can push through it.

[ If the wind's determined to stop them, they'll just have to duck beneath it, minimise the drag while they push on. There's a light up there, somewhere, more obvious the closer they get. There's hope yet- ]

[pulsefiring]

[ Caitlyn doesn't argue and with the wind kicking up, she doubts she'd even be heard. Instead, she directs that energy into helping to keep Catra steady as she strains to see against the blinding white of the snow caught up in the wind. ]

Here.

[ It's more of a shout just to speak louder than the roar of the wind, but she's holding out a pair of mittens she'd packed as a spare. ]

We can make it.

[ She sounds more confident than she feels, but Caitlyn is stubborn and they've come too far now to turn back, so she pushes on. ]

[heterochromeow]

[ Hunched low, ducking beneath the wind as they can, Catra's tail's whipping about behind them with a few swaying thwaps, face grit with determination. Like the whole world is trying to challenge her again and she's fighting it on principle.

The gloves are taken with a muttered thanks, though based on how her claws punch through the ends Caitlyn may not want them back after. Huddled close, She's leaning into or pulling the other woman along as they force their way through the snow.

Just a bit further!

The wind picks up the closer they get to the shelter, as if trying to prevent success. By the time the two stumble into the sheltered light it's with a toppling push that sends one or both tumbling down together, half tangled as the cold tries to chill them. ]

Haaaah. Finally-!

[ And somewhere behind the light, sits a small figure huddled up against the stone wall. ]