Kildeer Rest pakstoka

Everything was going according to plan now, and the snow depth rose steadily as the group moved in the predetermined direction. What Veteran hadn't considered though, was that the snow depth would affect his own movement as much as the caribou's, if not more, given that he was significantly shorter. The deepening snow slowed the whole group to a crawling pace, and Veteran had to fight harder with every successive leap. He was tiring quickly. The last few leaps, he was barely able to even reach the creature's belly. 

The caribou was wounded and bleeding from six shallow wounds on its right side (and who knows how many on the left, Veteran could not see if Heda's attacks had been successful). But it was still standing upright, and Veteran was getting really bogged down. 

"Hey--!" He realized he had never gotten the girl's name. "Can you reach the throat..?!" he shouted. "I can't-- I'm stuc-- FUCKING DAMN IT." Veteran barked the curses as he stepped into an invisible snowdrift, plunging into snow up to his shoulders.