Panther Park [BWP P5] snowclone

no roll, since he's already been murdled! RIP ram.

the snow, the cursed snow -- it had taken her by surprise, and now she was cut off from the world. from merrick.

she had hunkered down under a drop of stone, awakening to the sound of a new cry on the wind. it was not winter's breath that howled, but the cries of a ram -- astara was up to her feet in a minute, though the impressive amount of snow that met her at the den's mouth caused her to balk.

she followed the cries with her keen ears, shoulders braced against the whipping of the wind. the visibility was poor, and the going slow -- suddenly, the cries were cut short.

astara listened carefully as the wind clawed through the chasm: no calls bounded down the stony canyon, and the silence was enough to press a shiver to her spine. all the same she continued on, the wind neither favoring nor hating her: occasionally she got a whiff that was strong enough to follow -- and then a howl.

she froze; the howl was nearer than she thought. the shifting sheet of white made visibility before her poor, but eventually she caught sight of a dusky beast saddled in snow, hunched before what could only be the very thing that had bawled its head off. like a hyena, astara skulked to the man's side, hungry, but not so hungry as to strike him first.

after all.. he was familiar, wasn't he?