"Let's press on while we can. We can get another half-day or more in before dark. If we camp here, something is going to attack us tonight."
By some miracle perhaps even divine intervention you are able to travel unaccustomed for the rest of the day. While the weather could have been better it is acceptable for this frozen hell. The sun isn't visible, heavy dark clouds cover the sky, a snow storm might be approaching, but for now it is not interfering with your travel. As night time approaches it is time to find a place to camp.
Joran looks around for signs of dangerous wildlife.
In spite of being distracted by the recent fight, and the recount of being swallowed and coming out of the beasts' belly alive, Reknar debates with Joran where to best spend the night, pointing out crannies and protected rises in the terrain relief.
"Now if I told you that" Zorariel says to himself, then stops "Oh no - poor Reknar! Right don't tell them. Can't tell them - no matter what."
There isn't much cover to come by in the landscape but Reknar and joran manages in unison to find a decent spot after moving a bit of snow around.
Reknar raises an eyebrow at Zorariel and asks with a broad smile - "Go ahead my friend - don't worry about my mettle, what is it that you have to tell me?"
"I really don' want ta light a far tonight. Who knows what we'll attract?" Joran mentions to the others as he huddles in a blanket of snow. "I will if we haf to, though."
"A-ight. I got first watch. Y'all can decide who goes after me."
"Go ahead Joran, I will take the next one "