The Fallen boss and its attendants have moved ahead quick and quiet through the trees. They have a head start, and though Blaze knows - expects - that they're tailing the convoy, it's easy to get disoriented as the hill and the road curve apart and the trees obscure the lay of the land. And it's surprisingly quiet, but for the wind and the gunfire just over the hill. No explosions, no heavy steps - even the deep footprints in front of them vanish from the trail. Blaze slows down, swears in frustration.

"Ghost, can't you get a signature on that commander?" She yanks off her cracked and fritzing helm, the better to see and hear. Plowing through the deep snow , she heads in the direction of the convoy, casting about for signs of the Fallen noble's trail. If nothing else they know they need to go this way. She just doesn't want to get taken off-guard from the side, or behind. Especially when Natasha's with her.

She glances up, in case the Fallen have gone climbing. Seeing none, she takes no notice of the crow huddled black on the branches above them. Watching them, and waiting.