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The Snow Demon

All the others were dead, killed in a matter of minutes. He attempted to make a run for it while the beast's back was turned, but tripped on his gear and fell backward, twisting his leg. He couldn't tell what betrayed him first; the ice cracking like bone beneath him, or the sharp cry forced from his lungs. Through the whipping blizzard, he could see...whatever the thing was...turn, lumbering back out of its den, its mandibles, painted with gore, opening up once again...