The Expedition [Open, no profile needed]

Ulric was a great hulking man who stood at 6' 7" and weight around 200 pounds and yet he was invisible to the naked eye of the explorers or anyone else for that matter which were trekking across the frozen tundra where he and his clan live. His invisibility was due to his white cameo gear with speckles of grey and black to further distort his figure as Ulric laid down into the snow. Ulric was watching the expedition group, making sure they weren't being followed or hunted. Earlier that day, in his bear form, he smelled someone who did not belong in the frozen wasteland. What the threat level was from this foreigner was as of yet unknown. He caught that scent again and looked up in time to see a boy glide across the skies to another peak nearby through his goggles. Ulric got up off the snow and shouldered his Grendel Assault rifle and walked back to the explorers. Now that he had identified the threat it was time to flush him out and see what kind of idiot would be out here without any winter protection gear. If the boy did not show up soon or make a fire in some cover, he would surely die. Ulric was quite confident the boy would make an appearance when the expedition made camp.

The explorers made sure to stay close together, as in this area with the low temperatures, getting lost was one way to die slowly and painfully. Many an explorer had perished out here in these never ending mounds of soft crunchy snow. The freezing temperatures reminding the explorers of their houses back home.

"James..." coughed out one aged explorer who was in his mid forties, "We need to prepare camp...". His counterpart nodded as he scanned the horizon for a suitable spot to camp before discovering a flat bed not more than twenty feet away, "We'll stop there..." he replied while pointing in the direction of the flat bed, his boots crunching along as he stepped carefully through the packed snow.