"Under Moon and Star," S'Kylir breathed. Her eyes were wide and her grip was frozen on the hilt of her sword. An unsettling foggy silence fell after the avalanche settled in the valley. She stood unmoving with Septimus upon a high ridge where they had last landed thanks to his quick thinking and even quicker movements. It was several moments before her mind was able to fully accept what had just transpired. Finally she lout out an exasperated growl and pulled away from her companion. "Damn it! Damn all of it!" she spat, "That will not hold him for near long enough. We must leave. Divines be damned, this ruins everything! There is no trekking any further northward with that monster on our tails. I will not willingly risk facing one of the Spawn ever again!" Another growl escaped her tightly clenched teeth and her cheeks flushed with the rising of her boiling blood. The woman sheathed her sword. It became apparent that her hands were shaking violently. All around them the snow creaked and groaned as it settled in and packed itself tightly down into the rocks. Parts of the dragon corpse could be seen jutting out of the site, though it was quickly decaying away. Dragons on Akavir. They had been extinct in this place for thousands of years now. They had been extinct on Tamriel for longer or so she had thought. Tales had reached her ears a time or two of the return of such creatures to Nirn, but she had not believed such nonsense. Some of the word must be true then. She shook her head at the thought. And the Spawn of the Demon King this far south with winter quickly retreating? Why? None of it made sense. "Powers are in place which you will never come to understand..." By Azura what had he been spouting? Her bones were becoming cold and her shaking turned to uncomfortable shivers. After the long thoughtful pause she turned to Septimus with a fire in her eyes. "We leave now... What a waste. Whomever the loose cannon attacking the Spawn down there was, is now probably buried. Fool soul. Where is the snake woman?"