RUN!!!

Without much thought, you picked Scylla up by the scruff (who was frozen with fear) and took off down the mountain. Carrying an entire foal was tough, ignoring her cries of pain when hitting rocks in favor of focusing on the terrain. 

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Snow pelted your back legs as you jumped over a gap, landing roughly on the other side. The unrelenting avalanche followed close behind, bringing back memories that you didn’t want to relive.

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Your mother would never wait for you when avalanches occurred- choosing to save her own hide. During a particularly terrible one, you tripped on a rock and faceplanted on the ice, and the wave buried you faster than you were able to scream for help. 

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Help… I will help! Running past your fears, you keep going, frantically looking for shelter. Once you reached the base of the mountain, you found the perfect place. Shoving Scylla in first, you hear her neigh your “name” as the snow swallows you, knocking you out.