As Jorn expected his sleep was short, waking he sat up and started to don his armor. Though the Beast blood gave him great power, it also meant very little sleep. But it didn't seem to affect him as much as he never seemed to need that much anyways. So he put his armor back on, slipped his sword on his back and started to roll up his bed. Rolling it up he stood moving up and looking over, most of the camp had seemed to go to bed as he looked around, looking at his fellows. He spotted the orc still up, "seems sleep is rare among adventures" he said smiling as he looked around. It was a good night at least as he sat down on a rock and looked out over the side of the mountain. "It seems you and me have quite the work load...being the only true fighters as far as I can tell" He said smiling, the other nord looked like he could handle himself in a fight, but he smelled of Sulfur and charcoal. A blacksmith, the others it was quite obvious the weren't fighters, The only real question was Ulemi though he knew Irileth a little and knew that even with out her magic she was a skilled warrior. So with her it would remain to be seen. 

 As he sat there suddenly the sky erupted "What in Oblivion" He said looking up, seeing the dragons poor out as he grinned. The thu'um's being shot out as he looked up with eagerness. Though he also looked around the camp "Every body up!' his voice shouted out as he laughed. This is what Jorn lived for, this was his life. To live by the sword was to die by the sword, and he would have it no other way. Only he did not plan on joining the great hunt yet, he had yet to even find the Hercinie's white stag. No he had much to live for. He roared out with excitement, only in that moment he did forget himself, lucky the sound of the battle up a head drowned out that un-human roar of his as his eyes glinted with silver. The beast was just as excited as him as he turned to lead the charge up the mountain. Though the mountain itself seemed to have other plans. Snow came washing down as he turned his head just in time "oh for the love of..."he was cut off by that wall of snow smashing into him and knocking him down and piling up over top of him as the world went black.

 His eyes opened up as he looked around. He spit as it rolled up his face and to the left, well at least he knew which way was up as he started to squirm and wiggle about. Soon his hand bursting out of the snow as he started to pull himself out, looking around as others seemed to be doing it as well. "Looks like the rising of Draugr" He said puling him self out all the way and standing up brushing snow off of himself. "well, that was a bit of fun wasn't it" he said as he looked around as all seemed to of calmed down. He saw the others slowly rising from the snow as well as he looked to the Dunmer, she was right, he thought as he looked as the Khajit seemed to run off. "well I suppose that dragoons might of scared off the ice wolves, ice trolls, ice saber cats..." he paused for a moment...how come they called everything deadly "Ice" He shrugged that off though as he soon chased after that Khajit "I'll make sure he doesn't get killed" Said the wolf chasing after the cat...