Lost travelers was a common occurrence in Snowbound, believe it or not. It was easy to get lost in the vast white wonderland and Atbash was always quick to offer some sort of shelter so they could recover before moving on. After all, being out in the cold for too long was dangerous and could even lead to death if one wasn't careful. And with it being fall and the weather dropping steadily, Atbash was more than ever more prone to wandering Snowbound's lands in search of lost travelers.

The faint sound of someone crying caught the Hailcaller's attention, with the noise being carried by the wind - aided by the fact that she wasn't too far away from Goldenluxury in the first place. The scent of The Pitt hit Atbash's nose and the she-cat frowned, moving into a hunting crouch and slowly moving towards the source of the sound. Upon realizing it was Goldenluxury, Atbash gasped and ran to catch up with the young she-cat. "Goldie!" She called out as she came closer, her only eye wide with concern. "Are you okay? What happened to you?" The questions were quick and sharp, mostly due to how worried the savannah was for the Dealer.

The wounds Goldenluxury bore were worrying in of themselves, but the snow and weather definitely wasn't going to help right now. Atbash had no idea that Goldie no longer recognized her, but she did remember the look of distaste on the Typhoonite's face whenever she visited to invite them to the Mass Gathering. So why was she even here in the first place, if she seemingly hated Snowbound so much? That's not something to worry about. Atbash told herself, irritated that she would even hesitate in the thought of helping someone - even if they hated her for whatever reason.

"Come on, I'll lead you to camp," Atbash went on, looking over towards the way camp was. "I'll see if Nui is around to take a look at your wounds, too. You'll be safe there, I promise." No matter what Goldenluxury felt about her or Snowbound, surely she would be smart enough to know that denying healing was an idiotic move?

As Goldenluxury bared her teeth, Atbash stopped in her tracks, surprised by the younger feline's reaction. It should have been expected, given Goldie's reaction to her visiting The Typhoon, but Goldie's words confused her even more. "It's me," Atbash replied, her voice quiet as she tried to understand what could have happened with the Captain's daughter. "Atbash." Of course, the explanation soon came in the form of Goldie asking for directions towards The Pitt. Instantly, Atbash tensed up, narrowing her eye at the bengal before her. She listen to the rest of Goldenluxury's words however, though her body still remained tense.

Stryker. Of course it was him. Atbash let out a growl at the name of the former Snowbounder, her claws digging into the ground. "You do not need to return there." The Hailcaller's voice was unnaturally cold as she spoke, her gaze slowly returning to Goldenluxury. "Goldie, listen to me," The she-cat sighed as if trying to calm down her nerves and tried to move forward towards Goldie, a paw extended as if offering to shield her from the cold in a hug. "I-I can't answer whether or not they truly have your mother, but you cannot go back." Her words were more soft here, though there was definitely a hint of hatred towards The Pitt in there. "I feel like it will end up a trick. You don't deserve to die, as that will most likely happen to you."

Knowing that Goldenluxury potentially killed somebody was concerning, but given the fact she didn't remember the act and was seemingly following only Stryker and The Pitt's words, Atbash didn't believe that Goldie had done such a thing. Sure, she was angry at her and Snowbound, but even so, Atbash couldn't ever seeing Goldie murdering somebody in cold blood. "Please come with me," Atbash went on, a concerned frown on her maw. "At least for the rest of the night. It will get extremely cold out here and I'm afraid something will happen to you."