Falls of the Hinterlands New Goodbye

Taking his own advice, he fled just a few paces behind Wraen- and then a few more as he fell back. She certainly was a quick one- and she outpaced him easily. The rumbling he'd heard before had transformed into a roar which grew louder and louder until it seemed to hit a breaking point, and a gush of cool air shot past him. As it did, he stole a look back to see the small white cloud from earlier rising higher into the air- but the cracking and groaning of felled trees seemed to have slowed, potentially because the avalanche had hit the river. He turned his head forward to concentrate on picking up the pace, following after Wraen's dark backside as she fled into the cover of the copse. 

Almost as quickly as it had begun, though, the rumbling began to quiet, and Fluke stole another look back over his shoulder before he slowed, panting heavily. He barked to catch Wraen's attention, as she'd shot out of sight through the trees. He stood and waited for a moment, watching carefully to see if the angry, rolling burden of snow and felled trees would come peeling through their woodlands- but it didn't. He was still breathing heavily as he barked again, and turned to peer through the woodlands with hopes of catching sight of his much quicker companion now that the threat seemed to have diminished.