Falls of the Hinterlands New Goodbye

Finbar wasn't necessarily frightened of the sound he heard- as thunder had never done him any harm in the past, and he knew too little of wintery mountains to know what the sound might mean. Wraen, interestingly enough, offered a story which made him feel more confident about the whole situation, if nothing else....But as she said that she, personally, would prefer to avoid the area, he thought twice about asking her if she wanted to investigate further. "Ice giants," He said, trying to picture two massive wolves, made of ise, pushing each other around and slamming each other against the mountainside, causing the hills and trees to shudder. 

"Let's cross back. The river's plenty frozen," He assured her. "My pack lives just over here-" He said, gesturing back toward the banks he'd come from, "but I'm sure nobody would get angry at me for escorting a stranger along if there was a threat of ice giants," He said with a smile. The river was fair wide and he'd made it a good distance across without any harm, so he didn't fear that it might give out beneath his feet. There hadn't been enough warm spells recently for the river's ice to weaken. "You must be a good story teller though?" He asked. "I never would've thought to call that-" He said, and as if on cue, another rumble shook the mountain. He paused; he could almost feel the vibrations beneath his feet that time. He shook it off. "Ice giants."