Phaedra: Eyes open, voices low. Be ready for anything.

Phaedra and the crew make their way upward, deeper into the darkness of the trees. The woods clear into a more open space covered in grass. Mist floats among small trees and bushes. On either side of the rough path, there are unnatural pits in the ground - filled with ice and snow. Flakes fall slowly all around them.

Each member of the crew looks around, curiously. Lani regards her surroundings quietly. Katja sniffs a small beetle on the ground. Cal looks upward at the branches, as does Pavel. Irving has his rifle at the ready, looking suspiciously over his shoulder.