It was finally time to call it a day for Leif Thorstein. With night approaching, he knew he needed to make a camp for him and his dogs, as The East Pass is nowhere to spend a night unprotected. It had been the first stage of Garheim’s annual dogsled race, and Leif was already feeling it. A roasted fish on the fire sounded delicious, but anything would have, of course. Rumors were circulating between racers about a possible outlaw attack; it had been a treacherous day for a few of the unlucky racers. Leif just hoped it wouldn’t be him tomorrow. Now, with his dogs off hunting for their own food, Leif roasts his fish, and prepares to get going right away in the morning.