The first signs of human life revealed themselves in the one, then two, then numerous footprints that appeared on the snow dusted path that they were taking.
On a map, D'Anjou Village was the only dwelling within a stone's throw of the famous northern mountain and the unforgiving winds and rain the proximity induced. After nearly a full day of walking and coming across fixtures like a rotting broken wagon on the side of the road, Claude wrinkled his nose and let out a huff. This was a strange, distant scream that almost sounded human but not quite.
"Ugh. Sheep. Their screams can sometimes sound like people."
Augustus swiveled his head the best he could with the burden his blistered hands had been dragging thanklessly, but he saw nothing for the next 15 minutes until on a distant pasture of dull green sticking out through the snow, he could see white dots moving about. Now the bleating was audible, although no more screaming could be heard.
