It was an excruciating journey.
The beasts' eyes would not leave the troop, seeking their flesh as food and mostly as entertainment, they would hunt the savages day and night, leaving no true break for those crossing the Hœttr Hills.
Breathless, their crawl outside those deformed grounds had every single one of them on edgy alert. Escaping and fighting to the death the many attacks received by those creatures inhabiting the hills that now were perceived as they truly are... Gruesome. Treacherous. Devoid of any mercy as even the earth was an enemy. The greatest enemy.
Its continuous change of shape caused more difficulty in their path. Small earthquakes could be deathly as the ground would easily transform to let those awake beasts crawl out to threaten the savages.