She collapsed against the door, breathing heavily, and pulled off her goggles and balaclava. She wiped down her forehead, but it was hard to tell if it was wet from melted snow or sweat. How long would the blizzard run? She couldn’t say. Might only be a few more minutes, might be for days. Screw the Frozen North and its weather. But she knew one thing: the second the blizzard was done, she was running out along the river and finding Amanita. She couldn’t desert her like that, not as a ranger, nor as a… semi-friend. Or maybe just an acquaintance.