Turok quickly catches up around the side of the church. The snow drift is deep back here and the trail of prints is quickly swallowed. The mutes look back with a look that probably means Do you think we should follow inside there?

The glow of the sphere does not extend very far south. Pitch blackness beyond, but Turok can hear wind in the needles of trees. There must be a treeline maybe 100 yards or so that way.

 There are frozen carcasses of slain wolves among the littered pages of destroyed books strewn everywhere nearly buries in the ice and snow coming through the burned out ceiling.

[Kinda saw that, but presumed they be like charred husks, still smouldering from inner heat? ]

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bald_headed_yeti wrote:

Turok lights the torch and motions to the pair to proceed...cautiously...

"We owe it to them to at least look for them...if this pans out we head back to the church. Be very alert!"

They motion for Turok to kill the precious torch since it is unnecessary in this glow. Then start to move inside the deep snow drift. They are chest deep within several feet as they keep east along the church wall.

Turok extinguishes the torch and puts it back in his pack...war  club held high he wades into the snow drift wary of an ambush.

Turok motions to the two to wait for him and together they approach the carcass.

Turok and crew do a cursory inspection of the body.

"Best not to linger here...let's keep going."

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Turok uses his dagger to cut the frozen mats away and then examines the object around the neck...if necessary he unclasps it ? to get a closer look. 

"By all the spirits! I have never seen such a thing."

Turok runs his hands over trying to discover it's purpose.

"Perhaps it is a box to carry small items?"
 

[ Is Turok able to take the box off of the hound's neck? ]

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