[ He gets it. He waits it out patiently because he's tried, multiple times, and the result is the same.
Nothing. Locked in place.
As for what good, it's better than sitting down, unmoving, until they're buried by the blizzard. The sun is about to set. The sky is darkening. Horizon or not, he needs to do something and instinct says to find shelter, fire, walls. A cavern, an overhang. Anything.
He glances at Nero. Starts to open his mouth.
Then he closes it, listening. His head cocks to the side. Crackling. Ice frosting over. He turns, too. Snaps his eyes to the left. Maybe Nero senses it already, maybe he doesn't, but: ]
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Nothing. Locked in place.
As for what good, it's better than sitting down, unmoving, until they're buried by the blizzard. The sun is about to set. The sky is darkening. Horizon or not, he needs to do something and instinct says to find shelter, fire, walls. A cavern, an overhang. Anything.
He glances at Nero. Starts to open his mouth.
Then he closes it, listening. His head cocks to the side. Crackling. Ice frosting over. He turns, too. Snaps his eyes to the left. Maybe Nero senses it already, maybe he doesn't, but: ]
Behind you.