[As soon as Scar is in range, Miriam launches herself from her rescuer's arms onto her perch on Scar's shoulder. It's not the most graceful deploy and landing, but it gets the job done.]
[Scar's own remark on the snow is notably flat.]
I'm ready for the snow to be gone.
[He couldn't possibly be in more of The Wrong Place to fulfill that wish, but it's a contradiction he banishes to a dark corner. The Tall One is noticeably relieved, now that the Skitty is back where she belongs. As for the trail markers...]
I haven't found one in an hour.
[Scar peers down at his gaggle of mismatched sled-pullers.]
But it isn't down there.
[There's a speck on the horizon. Any sound of its approach is muffled by thick blankets of snow, but through a thin glade and drifted dunes becomes visible...]
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[Scar's own remark on the snow is notably flat.]
I'm ready for the snow to be gone.
[He couldn't possibly be in more of The Wrong Place to fulfill that wish, but it's a contradiction he banishes to a dark corner. The Tall One is noticeably relieved, now that the Skitty is back where she belongs. As for the trail markers...]
I haven't found one in an hour.
[Scar peers down at his gaggle of mismatched sled-pullers.]
But it isn't down there.
[There's a speck on the horizon. Any sound of its approach is muffled by thick blankets of snow, but through a thin glade and drifted dunes becomes visible...]
[A Shuckle.]