They slogged up the narrowing path, the wind was getting colder and thinner the higher they went and again they had to camp on a precipice, this ledge was much smaller than before and everyone was nearly frozen by the time they managed to get a fire built as the last rays of the sun winked out under the horizon. "It feels like Mount Everest up here..." Tracey muttered, her teeth chattering. "Getting harder to breath and I hope we'll get to the last three temples soon before we suffocate up here."

Tracey shivered beneath her cloak and she huddled against the rock face and looked out at the rest of her new cohorts. They had started to layer themselves with their blankets and pulled their own wraps closer to their bodies for warmth. While they had layers, she had her skin and cloak, but she had a slight advantage and she was about to take it. Shifting her satchel from her shoulder and settling it at her side, Tracey thought quickly and hard about the furriest and warmest creature she could before smiling and taking on its shape. Catching her cloak as it fell from her shoulders with a massive white and furry paw, she laid down upon it, her white Siberian tiger fur rippled in the breeze which no longer bothered her. Tracey huffed several times, watching them with her pale blue eyes, her breath becoming misty in the cold air that she breathed. By the way they eyed her, she could see that they were slightly unease with this form. But seeing as she didn't have extra layers to use and the fact that she was awake when she transformed, made it was a little more comfortable than awkward.

'They have cloaks and blankets and I have fur... they'll just have to deal with it.' Tracey thought to herself and laid her head between her paws, settling herself for the night and watching them go about their business. Artemis scooted over and snuggled in against Tracey holding a bowl of stew in one hand and a larger pan of stew in the other which she set down next to one of Tracey's massive paws. Nuzzling her head against Artemis's in thanks, Tracey started to lap up the stew contents, licking her lips gratefully and not wasting a drop of the delicious liquid. There was enough to go around and the hot stew warmed their bellies and refreshed their spirits despite what the cold wind and night temperatures were trying to do to them. A low rumble in Tracey's throat showed her approval of the dinner and she then cuddled up to Artemis to keep her warm too.