((Enter Kronos and Simon))
As the two companions explored the tunnels beneath the Shrine, another two figures were making their way up the mountain. One was a Rathrill, six legs trudging easily through the knee-high snow. The other was a small feline, its grey fur a blight on the white blanket that covered the trail. The kitten, for the most part, was able to walk on top of the snow, but on occasion it would break through the thin crust and find itself up to its chin in the cold stuff.