Katya & Monodramon
"I'm Russian. Or British, depending on which parent you ask. But I live in Murmansk. This-" Katya said, throwing her arms around to indicate the frozen wasteland,
"-is actually not such a difference." she explained. Indeed she was looking like she had no problem with the cold, or for that matter keeping up with Monodramon on the ice despite lacking the dragon's claws as she followed.
"I can't recall anything past the morning. Lil fella landed on my head, I don't even know how I got here, wherever this is. But if I am to assume this is in fact real and I am not lying in hospital with a massive concussion or something, the name of this place sort of gives it away, wouldn't you think? We could be on the internet or something." Katya posted a theory. If that were the case, she suddenly found herself wishing she signed up for the programming class. She doubted Excel sheets would do her any good when a giant mammoth could be chasing her, unless she intended to bore them to death with statistics.
Suddenly Monodramon squeezed her hand by which he has still been leading her and stopped cold in his tracks. Katya dropped down into a half kneel:
"What is it?"The little dragon turned to the other digimon, hoping one of them had better eyes:
"Up on the horizon. Are those snowmen?" he asked, more in a bit of wishful thinking. He drawn a deep breath, trying to get wind of his surroundings and guess if other digimon were around. A scent was in the air, but what confused him was that it wasn't coming form where he saw the snowmen. They were in front, the scent came form behind them.
"I think... we're surrounded." he said, his grip on Katya's hand becoming tighter being the only sign of nervousness he let on.
Katya wasn't faring that well though, as suddenly an empty pit made home in her stomach and sent a shiver down the up until now unfazed russian's back.