after packing up the camp Madara made arrangements for someone from the Land of iron to be in charge of the new hideout. Once all was settled we left on our long trek to the land of snow. Saint and i were bickering the whole way there. I think Madara put earplugs in or something because he didn't even yell at us or anything, which was surprising. As we got closer and closer to the Land of snow a blizzard was brewing stronger and stronger. "Deena can't you stop this infernal blizzard" Madara turned to look at me and saint who quickly stopped bickering. I was enjoying the snow, it had been far too long since i had felt snow under my feet. I looked at Saint then back at Madara. " yeah i guess so." i said sighing Madara hit me on the head "Without the lip, Deena!" He said darkly. Saint was snickering. I tackled Saint and we went tumbling down the slope at speed separating us from Madara who was probably furious. "Ow Deena let go." Saint said trying to get me off of him. By the time i let go it was too late we both went flying into a tree and buried by snow.