The Sunspire ground blizzard

She would have been difficult to spot in the snow anyhow, it did not help that she was half hidden. Any sounds muffled by snow. It would only be the odd fluttering kicks that summoned his attention. He would watch for a moment. Perhaps a weak baby tree had been dusted in snow and whipped with the winds? Then in the whispering of the winds he could just barely hear sounds. Trees, to his knowledge, did not make those sort of sounds.

He would trudge to the location of the sky reaching legs. Carefully he would aim to begin digging around her torso, mindful in case any more feverish kicks would happen. The last thing he desired was another head injury.