The pack did not stay long in the cave the next day. After some final preparations on the meat they had gathered, they set out to the northeast. Their packs were heavier than when they had arrived, but more supplies meant they could travel farther without stopping. In fact, they went for days without having to stop and hunt again. The cloaks they made also proved to be useful. While most of the pack did not wear them all the time, as soon as an ashstorm picked up, they would dawn their cloaks and press on, instead of waiting until it passed. Of course, it was by no means easy. They had maps of the island, but navigation proved to be difficult when they could only see a few feet in front of them. 

The group passed through the heart of the island, across the northern part of the Molag Amur region, just south of the Red Mountain. They avoided lava flows and followed foyadas through the mountainous ashlands, at which point the rate of ashstorms only increased. Fortunately, there was no shortage of caves in the mountainsides for them to take cover in, though they were not always uninhabited. They never came across any people hiding within the caves, but there were a few times they had to deal with not-so-docile creatures. At one point, they ended up in a Kwama cave. The warriors and foragers gave them trouble, so they were forced to kill them, but the rest of the Kwama gave them no trouble, apart from being horrendous to look at. They restocked their food supplies with kwama eggs, then continued on to the northeast the next day. 

It took just over a week for them to finally get out of the ashlands and once again into the rolling green hills and mushroom forests of Vvardenfell's northeastern section. Since the wind rarely ever carried ashstorms into this part of the island, they were able to keep up a much better pace. After another day of travel, they were finally within sight of Vos. Originally a Telvanni settlement, it had been taken over by House Redoran during the rebuilding. The mushroom tower that once stood at its center had died long ago, but many of the original Imperial-styles walls and fortifications still stood .Inside the walls were buildings of more traditional Dunmer styles. 

In order to track this Orc, they would inevitably need to go into the city. This would not be as simple as following a scent; they would need to investigate without drawing attention to themselves. The clothes they had originally purchased back on the mainland were in Dunmer styles, so they would not stand out immediately, but it would still be best for Fendros to be the one to interact with most of the locals. His accent would instantly give him away as being an outlander, but he was still Dunmer, which would help. 

The sun was setting over the horizon, so they made camp on a hill outside the city. They would be beginning their investigation the next day, but for now, there was little else they could do but wait. Most of their diet now consisted of Kwama eggs, as they had finished off the last of their meat the previous day. Ahnasha had been conservative with her moon sugar, so she still had plenty remaining, not that it mattered to her at the moment. Right now, she was just at the edge of camp behind a tall mushroom tree, vomiting from the nausea she felt. Her symptoms were not as bad as she had led herself to believe they would be; it was not as if she was constantly incapacitated from sickness, but there were times, such as now, where she felt particularly terrible. Sabine had given her a potion to help alleviate her symptoms, but it had not yet taken effect.