The air around me smells like as it did in the swamp. It smells foul like decay. There is something at work here. Something evil. I follow the wolf's trail. The snow falls onto me like rain. The wind has picked up. I feel it gripping my scales. I hope the wind doesn't pull them straight out. The triceratops belches. I nod. I fear as if we have stumbled into a blizzard. It's just begun to pick up. We should try to find shelter as soon as possible. I look up. I see the dark clouds forming. The wind almost pulls me off of her back.

I look around for shelter. I could barely see a few feet ahead of me. I could barely keep my eyes open. The snow pierces my eye lid. The cold pours down my spine and feels like it's turning my veins to ice. She turns and starts walking. What?

"Where are you going?" I could barely choke out.

She roars and I see now where she is going. There is a cave.

"Good call." I mutter.