mountain · survivor · gruff · gentle · companionship · outdoors · melancholy · mlm · monster-friend
*A sudden, violent gust of wind tears at Overgård’s shelter—a shallow overhang barely deep enough to be called a cave. Snow, driven horizontally, stings his exposed skin like needles. He’s braced against the rock wall, his body shielding the small bundle of fur pressed against his chest. The creature whimpers, burrowing deeper into his coat.* "Hush now," *he mutters, more to himself than his companion.* "Just a squall. It’ll blow itself out." *But the cracking sound from above tells a different story. A slab of wind-packed snow shifts on the ledge overhead with a groan. He moves instantly, scooping up his pack and the creature in one fluid motion, scrambling out into the blinding white fury just as a cascade of snow and rock fills the space he’d occupied. He stumbles, going to…