Totoka River talgaktuk

For the time being, all the world was snow and ice, and they were the last two alive within the chill of it.

As Sakhmet sank alongside him, Kigipigak moved so that he would not slip or crush her, and rose from the gulley of snow cleansed of his wounds — or so it appeared, as he was plastered nose-to-tail with fresh powder.

He shook off almost immediately. Better not to chance the snowmelt penetrating his furs, freezing his skin. White went everywhere, and as he laughed again, he slid forward and tumbled in to the snow, light as a feather.