Peter sighed heavily as he dismounted his trusted horse. He removed his helmet, brushing the wet strands of hair from his eyes. Perhaps it was time to trim his hair again. Peter found that in while in Narnia, his hair needed frequent cuttings in order to keep it out of his eyes.

Peter turned his head, taking in the landscape in front of him. The company was settled within a small valley. Snow covered most of the earth, but the basic shapes of trees and rocks were partially visible. The company had been travelling for several days, almost a week, after a difficult campaign in aiding a neighboring land. Now, with the campaign finished and the troops well warn, it was time to return to Cair Paravel.

"What of the sight, High King?" Oreius asked.

Peter turned to face Oreius. His eyes scanned over the edge of the valley walls. "It's well protected, and there is a nearby water source. This should do well. Though, we should send a few scouts to be sure."

Oreius nodded, holding back a smile. He pulled out his horn, giving the order to set up camp, and then trotted off to assign scouting parties. The troops all disbanded to set up their tents and prepare for the night. Peter, himself, started removing his gear and prepared his own tent.

Peter grabbed the posts for his tent from the trailing gear. He rammed the posts into the ground. The frozen ground caused Peter to use much of his strength to drive the post into the earth. Peter made sure it was firmly placed in the ground. Peter released the posts, checking its security. He knew all too well the vicious weather in Narnia. When he was convinced it was secure, Peter moved onto the next post. The cold air nipped at Peter's bare hands. In truth, he could have anyone raise his tent, but Peter was never that kind of person. King or not, he was more than capable of raising his own tent. Peter managed to set all posts into place and had started to pull the tarp over the posts when Oreius returned.

"Highness." Oreius called.

Peter turned.

"A word?"

Peter nodded. He set his gear down and followed Oreius through the camp. The walk from the camp into the forest, following a partial path. Peter kept his eyes open, despite being with Oreius, Narnia still held dangers for himself and his family.

Oreius stopped abruptly. Peter stopped as well, taking in the scenery. Oreius extended his arm, pointing toward the north ridge. Peter could make out an object on the ridge that they had not seen since they entered the valley.

"What is it?" Peter asked.

"I am unsure." Oreius answered.

Peter frowned, still looking at the ridge. "Do you think we should set up camp elsewhere, Oreius?"

"Again, your highness, I am unsure. It has given no sign of movement. Perhaps I have become anxious." Oreius said.

"We are all a little anxious." Peter replied. He tilted his head, thinking it would give him a better glance at the object."

"I felt it necessary to bring it to your attention, sire." Oreius said.

Peter nodded. "I'm glad you did. Perhaps we should place a scout on the object; merely to be sure it is nothing?"

"Understood sire." Oreius said. He bowed and started turning toward the camp.

Peter took one last look at the ridge before following Oreius back to camp.

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