Bearclaw Valley help is on the way

You got this stuck in my head with the title, lol.

His rebounding route took him closer to the valley. He was grasping at straws and trying to remember where he'd last made his camp. The sight of the sloping valley hillside drew him closer; it was beautiful with its blanket of white. There was a nagging sensation in the back of Larus' mind that told him he was forgetting something important - but as someone who suffered from a terrible forgetfulness, such a feeling didn't often amount to much. This time though he knew there was something he needed to remember.

Words popped in to his mind from time to time as he hiked, and he held on to them like breadcrumbs as he traced his way deeper in to the valley — until the sound of someone calling his name made him pause. He looked around with an expression of utter confusion for a few minutes, pacing one way then another, crunching snow or sliding across patches of stony ice; then he saw her, and something clicked.

Blondine! He crowed without thinking, and plunged through the snow towards where he'd glimpsed her. Except by the time he'd reached where he'd thought he'd seen her, she was gone - and the images of her began to dissolve in his memory immediately. He spent a few hours roaming slowly in circles before he found a coiled body sleeping beneath the trees.