Rider takes in her surroundings, the chill setting into her bones. Clucking in slightly irritated fashion, she helps her Master to his feet, brushing the snow off his head. "Master,
we should find shelter as soon as possible. This weather will be lethal in but a short time." Outstretching the wings from her back, she runs mana through them, generating heat and light.
Remus groans and gets up, "That was... loud. And rather unpleasant." He looks up at Rider's words. "Shelter, yes... but the mission first." He pulls out the thaumaturgic compass and looks to find where they are supposed to go, and hopes it's in the direction of civilization.
What do we know about Wendigos?