Broken Boulder agnik-miu

Set sometime on the 8th!

Each attempt Kigipigak made to head north was pointless. The snow seemed thickest in the north, the wind pummelling him and forcing him away from the fringe of woodland that might have been shelter on any other occasion. He followed the edge of the forest as best he could as he crossed the taiga; then as he crossed beyond a cluster of errant trees coated thickly in white, he heard the telltale sound of a tree losing structural integrity.

It struck somewhere away from him, there was no way for Kigipigak to tell which direction nor how far; there was only the white-out of snowfall and the occasional grey henge of trees reaching for him through it all. As he clambored beneath some elderwood pines Kigipigak picked up the scent of a gathering of wolves and cursed himself under his breath. The last thing he wanted was to cross in to a stranger's village and draw their ire. 

The scent was layered enough so he could infer how many wolves lived in this area. He did not see the snow-coated boulder which was a few meters off from his sheltering point, in part because the cleave was thick with snow and he was otherwise distracted. Kigipigak tried to peer through the haze of white in case anyone had noticed him—but he saw nothing but snowfall, some blue-grey shadows that might have been trees, and decided he would be safe for a few minutes, at least.