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Scyeth eyed Rufus and finally shrugged. But before he could reply, Cane had already dumped Wynn and was tramping back. Why was he coming back? Did he feel like he was the only one who could carry him, or something? Half of Scyeth wanted to react poorly and take Rufus' offer just for the hell of it, but the other half reminded him that Cane was his friend and really only meant the best.

He turned to Rufus and nodded. "Thanks for the offer, but, uh." He grinned at Cane. "I think I'm spoken for. And he's right. I'd rather not stick around this place until it gets colder." That being said, he turned to face Cane, still hoping on one foot as he waited for the native to give further instruction. "How...are we going to do this?

Soaking wet and freezing, it's back into the fog you go! Do you keep pressing onwards? How do you figure out which way is the way you're supposed to be going, anyways?

The Inuk's faltering steps came to a slow stop as Cane paused. Even as Cane paused to change out of his pants and replace them with a more dry pair, Wynn stumbled back in forth, unwilling to stay put and still. He knew he had to keep himself warm, keep himself moving, lest the weariness of traveling and snow and ice make him realize just how very tired he was. The sweat from traveling had frozen in small fingers of frost that bound his prickled skin tight and it had no doubt done the same work to the other wandering companions. They had also probably gotten somewhat sun burnt with all their walking in the ice bound landscape. With the sun reflecting off of the snow, any exposed skin must have turned rosy in hue by now if not protected by sunscreen or fabric. Wynn was lucky that he had skin used to that kind of radiation, but it didn't stop him from feeling his skin draw tight every time he tried to change facial expressions. Their lips might be chapped too. Shuddering, patting lamely at his arms in attempts to keep them awake, Wynn turned his attention to Cane.

He was right, the sun, barely able to be seen through the oncoming fog of evening, was only minutes away from to kissing the horizon. With his teeth clicking in his mouth, Wynn muttered, "East. Find some kind of shelter...If not...We must build snow shelter to hold heat." Wynn's stomach growled as he spoke and he dizzily held his stomach, glancing at Cane somberly. The entire group had forgotten to eat during the hectic events of the day. It was only then when, drained of energy, Wynn began to feel the hunger pangs.

Being an Inuit, Wynn was familiar with the cold, knew of the cold, and accepted the cold, but that didn't mean that he was immune to it. He looked around them, watching as the fog slowly thickened again, "Again...We need rope. Not get lost."

After tying the rope around his waist once more, Cane nodded slowly at Wynn's comments, swinging the pack he'd taken back from Scyeth around to his front to examine it's contents. After a moment he pulled out two large bags, one full of deer jerky and the other filled with granola, nuts and dried fruit. The second was offered to Wynn, first. The smallest and youngest of the group.

Opening up the jerky, Cane began to eat, even as they continued to walk. A few pieces were removed and he offered the bag to Rufus.

The other seemed to have deemed this short pause whilst they tied themselves together the right time to grab something to eat and Rufus whole heartedly agreed. Perhaps that gnawing in his stomach wasn't due to nerves and the stressful situation but due to the fact he hadn't eaten since they'd set off at the start of the day - now the sun was setting. (Although these near-polar days were shorter than the average...) He had a selection energy bars located in the bottom of his bag, probably now battered a crushed after the bag had been set down in the snow so much and jostled around whenever he stumbled. Luckily, he didn't have to root around for said bars and was instead offered some of the boy's food. He looked at what was being offered; some sort of dried meat. Jerky? Judging by the look of Cane he assumed it would be survival food well used and recommended by natives. So despite the rather unappetising look of it, dried and wrinkly, he took a piece graciously.

He put the dried meat into his mouth and chewed in pace with the crunch of the groups footsteps in the snow. The jerky Cane had given to him was woody to the taste and delightfully full of flavour, resulting in the tourist's stomach loudly demanding more. Feeling rude to ask more off the boys, he decided perhaps it would be worthwhile to hunt out the energy bars... When he'd got them out, they were indeed crushed but they were still edible. He kept one for himself, unwrapping it and putting a battered chunk of the chocolate covered wafer into his mouth, before offering the rest around. "Anyone for an energy bar?"

Hanging back slightly, so that Wynn, once again reinstated as their guide, led the group, Rufus just behind him, the muscular native slowed his pace until he walked side-by-side with Scyeth. With his usual lack of selfconsciousness, Cane slung an arm around the other athletic boy, leaning in to speak to him somewhat privately as they walked.

He didn't particularly care if anyone overheard, but Scyeth could be weird like that [or normal, considering that Cane was, in fact, quite odd]. "I am glad we got separated together, Scyeth. You are a good, strong ally." A half hug/squeeze and he grinned, letting the blonde go in favor of pointing ahead.

The sun was setting, and it was getting harder to see but... "There. Do you see it?" It was a blur in the distance, that the fog hid, but it was definitely something.

Being last was a little rough. But Scyeth was moving under his own steam, and that was all that really mattered, in the end. He was too busy focusing on his walking, using the stick to alleviate any pain he could, that he didn't notice Canaan slow down to walk by his side until the native had slung an arm around his shoulder. The blond blinked and glanced over, lending Cane an ear.

All he could do was blink in surprise and mull over what a complete b***h he had been. He was about to open his mouth in protest, but was instead directed by Cane's finger. Scyeth tipped his head and frowned. "Yes, I see it. I'll be bloody damned if that thing's another goddamn bear."