Sawtooth Spire frostmark

The woman could not make up her mind, so fate made it for her. She dipped along the crossroads to go one way but, as she did, a wind battered through the trees and the momentum caused a cascade of snowfall. The boughs could not withstand the immense snowfall and the added shuddering from the wind did not help matters - soon enough a great swell of white draped across Ikkuma's front end, forcing her down to her chest. While she tried to twist away there was just too much snow — not to forget, the branch which had held all the snow had snapped, and it collided with the small of her back, forcing her rear down too. 

As the hubbub concluded, there was no motion what-so-ever from where she had been prematurely entombed. Her tail stuck out at an odd angle but lay there frozen, at least for a good handful of minutes. Then, mustering what energy she could, she tried to stand up - the whole ragged pile shuddering with the effort - and her tail bristled, but she could not push herself free of the dirt. Snow filled her nose, and she felt her breath against the fluffy layer that shrouded her face and forequarter. If she did not free herself soon she would surely suffocate!