Permafrost Hollows it's making me mad

His pace doesn't slow until something catches his eye, drawing him to an abrupt halt that tosses up a dingy slush of dirt and melting snow in front of him. He hardly notices. Kratos — He casts a glance behind him. This would be a perfect place to watch the eastern border. His gaze is drawn back to what had caught his attention — a massive fallen tree trunk, the base twisted and warped over a huge boulder, while the upper parts form a path up to a towering peak jutting out from the forest's edge. The broken and stretched roots at the bottom seem to form an odd sort of stairway to start the ascent. He glances back again after a few moments, looking for Kratos's reaction.