Viktor nodded, twirling his spear slightly. "Gather your things, and meet me with my men at the base of the hill, near the edge of the treeline." He told her, deciding to leave then to give her a bit of privacy. As he left the tent, the white glow of the sun hitting the soft snow was almost blinding. From where he stood, his men were folding up tents and framing, gathering drink and rations, and placing it all in the carriages, or saddlebags of their horses. A few men dumped water on the dying fire, which had apparently gone all night, with how long they were all drinking and singing their songs.
Soon enough, the majority of them were on horseback, making their way down the hill and to the edge of the treeline, where beyond it, only rolling hills of snow could be seen. Viktor didn't like this, not one bit. From here on out, they'd be completely uncovered. Still, there was no other way to do it. They just had to do it. "Remember, along the edge of the tundra itself. We'll attract less attention that way." He alerted all of his men, who gave an, 'aye' in response.
When Anoria finally joined them is when Viktor gave the signal to march on. They all traveled in a defensive formation, with Anoria and Viktor wedged in the center, along with the carriage full of supplies. As they neared the bank of the tundra, snow became thick, slippery ice, and traversing the land became much, much more difficult. It was a quiet trip, too. Normally, the soldiers would be singing out old Serenian war chants, but they remembered their king's orders about remaining undetected.
"You're the closest thing I have to detecting an ambush... If you sense anything along the lines of danger, don't hesitate to tell me. We may all die, otherwise." He urged her, looking over at the Fae with a grim expression.