Senses B2C7

"I see something ahead." It was Blake who broke the silence that pervaded over our forced march. The Assassin pulled ahead a little, darting through the snow and out onto the open plain ahead of us. It was a rare moment where the steep incline gave way, and a chance for us to catch our breath. At least, it would have been, if not for Blake's eyes.

I shared a quick look with Ren, but we all hurried after the cloaked figure, now knelt down by something.

"What is it?" I panted.

"A cloak," Blake said. She lifted it up and showed it to the group. It was a thin one, made primarily of cloth and something that wouldn't do much against the cold weather.

Viktor stalked forward and snatched it from her hands, shooting the girl a glare before he looked down at it. "Silk," he said, "Not exactly what one would wear in a climate like this. There is damage too, from claws by the look of it."

"Our hooded Sorcerer?" Kaedin asked.

"Perhaps. The snow has blown over any signs of damage, but it's possible a battle might have occurred here.