{{Assuming it's appropriate to take combat actions now...}}<br/><br/>As his riders begin to dismount, Chrrou gazes across the battlefield, hunching down into a fighting stance as the first of the combatants charge over the snow. His eyes stare fixedly past them, though, murderously regarding the traitors who stand upon the rock. When Eyle's bow comes out, his paw comes up, weaving a swift pattern through the air in the hope that he might be quick enough to forestall her from using it.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/sleetStorm.htm">[<span style="font-style: italic">Sleet Storm</span>,</a>positioned to include as many of the three as possible within the 40ft radius cylinder; preference given to centering it as near to Eyle as possible]<br/><br/>With a keening howl, the wolf calls a visually-impenetrable deluge of driving sleet into being around the traitors upon the rock, mutually blocking them and the party from each other's sight.