Duskfire Glacier Withering where some snowman was.

The answer made sense, given what she knew of the man. He was a strong creature but a stupid one too often. Boredom was his enemy — therefore the enemy to all that ran with him.

The boy answered and the woman's expression did not change. She turned her head away, surveying the space as if she were an investigator at a crime scene, and breathed deeply.

You fought him. Now those blue eyes fixed upon the boy. There was no challenge there. Which way did he go?