Zoey is as content with silence as she is with conversation, more so, sometimes, so it’s easy to walk along in silence, wit just the crunch of snow beneath their boots and the sound of wind to break it.

She has a journal in hand, making careful notes and sketches as they go; sketching out a quick map to refine later, when she has time. Marking down potential landmarks and their distances. Jotting down observations. If she’s going to make a reliable map of this place she’s going to need all of it.