Chimera Fields You think that you're space ghost

Mal was just another grey shadow moving about in the white. For a moment he wondered if he was too late. Was she gone too? Hell. Giving up wasn't an option, though. He'd shout himself until he had no voice if he had to, and he was well on that way. Could he just make the storm end? Make it part? He'd try to will it

But there was another shadow. This one tawny. That was her, right?! Nuala! More relieved this time, but his voice still had to fight the wind. He bounded towards her, eager to confirm that really was her, that she was okay. Maybe for a few moments hours ago he might have been angry but that was lost ages ago. Now he was just relieved.