“What about food and supplies?” Alena inquired nervously between heavy breaths as the group passed through the Eastern Watchpost. She struggled to get through the snow and to keep up with the others. Her short legs made it challenging, and she had already put Gordo to rest, so he was not able to assist. “We’re not going to have enough if we continue on without re-supplying. You know how Clarkus gets if he doesn’t have enough to eat.”