Ah, the mountains of Alaska. Ari had traveled on the back of their Lurker for months to get here. They had fought through blizzards, through unforgiving forests, and faced multiple monsters of the apocalypse. Though there would be dangerous animals, they knew that edible animals were just as common. Ari leaped off of their Lurker buddy, giving him a pat on the neck. The serpentine creature answered with a low purr. "Alright Cricket, we need to find some shelter." They said to the Lurker, running a hand along his smooth (slightly wet) back. "Shelter." Cricket sang, nodding to Ari. Ari pulled the hood of their yellow hoodie over their head, and rubbed their hands together. They climbed back onto Cricket's back, slipping in between his thin spines. "Shelter." He repeated, and Ari gave his neck a pat again. Snow began to fall onto Ari's shoulder, and they gave a sigh. They'd have to find shelter soon, otherwise, they'd be caught in a blizzard.