Broken Boulder agnik-miu

rivenwood had caches, and mahler had dragged their contents beneath the boulder to feed the small pack. the walls of the tunnel upward had become hard-packed, but a steady flow of snowy air permeated the entryway.
but the storm had not abated, and now the gargoyle pressed through the tunnel and into the sideblow of the blizzard. the brackenwood was filled with it, buffeted by the storm; mahler noted that he could only see the smudge of their shadows.
rivenwood must hunt, and soon, but the shadowpriest could see no way it could be done in such a deluge. he stepped from the boulder, trudging heavily through the banked drifts. the nearby scent of a stranger touched his senses, but mahler found himself unprepared for the newcomer to simply materialise from the waxing wall of snow. "seems foolish to be out alone in this," mahler shouted over the wind that clawed the pines, suspicion rising in his gorge.