"...Hopefully. The going is somewhat rougher and slower on the ground...thanks to the cold."

Mirage sighed unhappily, looping the heavy parachute around his frame. It didn't do much for the raw cold, but it at least blocked the stinging ice in the air, carried on the wind.

"It's on the other side of that ridge, in the rock. Looked like a cave or deep overhang. It should at least block the majority of the wind."

He didn't bother to point ahead, too fond of keeping chilling limbs closer to his frame; Mirage simply pinged Cliffjumper the coordinates and a imagine file taken from the air.