Frostfire Ridge iksuktaktuk

Thinking he had heard something, then thinking he had been mistaken by the mirage of storming snow around him, Kigipigak got turned around numerous times. The snow was whipping at the ground so quickly that each step felt fresh, the crushed ice beneath his feet transitioning to a path only to be filled again with thick flakes. So it came to pass that he went in circles - retracing his way multiple times and effectively going nowhere.

Until one fortuitous turn. The collision left him briefly winded; he felt his neck tense and his head whiplash, something solid ramming his side at an odd angle. Kigipigak presumed it was a particularly heavy whallop of snow until he saw the variegated coat of the stranger, layered as it was with white from the storm.

Kigipigak was wincing, squinting because of the storm as well as the surprise of the stranger's emergence, trying to catch his breath. There wasn't time for questions; as soon as he had breath he shouted, Come this way! And tried to gather his bearings enough to lead them both to safety.