Sawtooth Spire there's nothing like a sunset skyline to let you know you're almost home

Something moved out there in what had quickly become a whiteout. Bat turned eagerly in that direction, thirsting for Tegan's familiar features, and actually recoiled in surprise when a pale stranger emerged from the heavy snowflakes. Bat's eyes bounced from the notched ear to the macabre smile and finally landed on the clubbed foot. They went wide before zinging back to the woman's face.

Her laconic query demanded an equally concise answer. "Uh, I—it's my ankle." Her silver eyes strayed to the backward paw again. "I rolled it. Think I broke the damn thing." Meanwhile, this stranger's looked like it had gone to a real banger and gotten turnt, like, literally. "Are you a doctor?" she asked. 'Cause ya' look like a serial killer. She glanced surreptitiously over one slim shoulder for any sign of Tegan but the snowfall was so thick now, she couldn't see more than a foot or two. Gulp.