Frostfire Ridge iksuktaktuk

No answer came, and there was the tumult of the raging wind and heavy snow to then contend with.

Kigipigak could not hear the scrambling of claws against ice; he turned his head and squinted through the blasting winds but had to duck against a particularly violent gust, then flinched and pressed lower as a tree branch came down and swept in to the unknown.

The snow that had piled atop the fallen limb came down in a white sheet that bloomed as it fell, and as Kigipigak raised his head and began to scour the landscape once again, he did not see anything. The ginger-coated wolf was inundated with snow; it fell around her just as it did for Kigipigak, and so he overlooked where she was stuck and moved beyond her by a few lengths.