Thousand Eyes [Avalanche]

The male seemed understandably startled to see him, but at the very least he hadn't had a bite-first-ask-later reaction, and for that Aesir was thankful. The other male appeared to quickly process all that was... well, Aesir and to the brute's surprise he recovered with a laugh. Despite himself Aesir smirked back, though it was dry and thin given the looming circumstance. "I suppose this might be a bad time to tell you the story about how my brothers and I were exiled from home under suspicion of being cursed. Apologies, but I'm afraid I am growing used to these sorts of things." As to whether they would die, well. Aesir didn't want to jinx it.

So perhaps he was being a bit showy, considering he'd never stared down a wall of hurtling snow and debris before, but it was true enough that Aesir had felt a string of persistent bad luck for as long as he could remember. It seemed a bit unfortunate that this other male had found himself in Aesir's path today, because while the horned man still rebelled against the true efficacy of whatever curse they were supposedly subjected too, even he had to admit that this absolutely sucked balls.

It was at that moment that the rumbling grew catastrophically loud. The earth beneath his paws rumbled, and then shook, and Aesir felt as if the air around him was being sucked up an away. He crouched down and opened his mouth to tell the other male to brace, but before he could the avalanche impacted. Aesir felt a hot spike of fear when he felt the boulder shift a good few inches beneath the impact, but then it held. The snow roared around him as if he had been consumed into the mouth of a dragon, a blur of white and blue and grey and sound. The boulder allowed them a small space of air where the snow was pushed up and away, but it was getting quickly filled. It was beginning to look as if they would be buried.

He turned to the grey male and shouted as loud as he could over the snow, but still had no idea if he would be able to hear. "START TAKING DEEP BREATHS, GET READY TO HOLD IT!" If they were lucky a pocket of air would remain for them but if not... Avalanches were common enough in the far mountains back home, but Aesir had only ever heard stories of wolves trapped by them. The ones where they survived were considerably more rare. His mind was firing quickly, and he swallowed to quench any bud of fear that tried to plant itself inside of him. Fear was as much his enemy as this damn snow, at the moment. He grit his teeth and began taking in deep lungfuls, prepping himself for the worst. How much longer would the damn thing go on for?

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