Nova Peak Helium

The wind grew frigid. The time of snow would come, and soon.

Knowing better than to be short a shelter for such a time. But there was another here that thought the same. They moved ahead of her, trudging on in search of someplace.

Slow, the mountain woman approached from behind, moving with purpose. And when she was close enough, she prepared a cautionary battle stance. Sop!

A low snarl bubbled from her chest. You, move. Die. It wasn't a warning they would receive again, and her tone was perfect to indicate such.