[Bokaru, Jofre, Rak'al]
The three of you head down the midmorning shore. Much to your enjoyment the snow has stopped. However, The wind however lashes violently at your chapped faces. As you reach the shore you find the 6 or 7 soldiers laying lifeless as the water washes over them. It is not a pretty sight...some a missing eyes, eyes, genitals have been ripped off through clothing by canine teeth. You also see though several wolves also dead with gashes on there heads and belly, several witch look like they were killed by a curved blade.
As you reach the shore you find three crates. Inside on crate (and to your great luck) is a few drysets of winter clothes, anoth houses some food, the unpackaged though has gotten wet, and the third houses a tent and some small tools, like flint and steel and a long rope.