Emberflame Ridge schneemusik

Oh man, he was actually being chased, wasn't he?  Certainly looked that way, so he sped up to try to keep ahead as his mind started racing.  He didn't know if Mahler knew these lands better than him (probably did, he was just some punk wandering around for kicks), but Mali had pretty much forgotten every little hidey-hole he'd spotted as soon as his brain said he might be in danger.  Great survival skills, this one.

But he had to do something!  So he opted for what seemed like the most logical thing -- or what would of been the most logical thing had he still been somewhat younger and not just an adult-sized gangle-beast -- he veered sharply towards a snow-covered bush and crashed through its lower branches.  Or tried to.  It turned out, this bush was a good deal denser than appearances lead him to believe, and the snow hid the tangled mess of branches that were developed beyond mere twigs.  Mali wasn't necessarily stuck, but he definitely was going to have a hard time moving through and he wasn't sure he wanted to back out, so he tried to shove himself forward anyway, to not great results.  He had to try and pretzel himself under one branch and over another and somehow unhook his leg from a third, and it was probably just going to get worse.  Maybe it would be too annoying to follow him and he could just wait Mahler out.

it was also not particularly stealthy.