Things seemed to be getting tense among the party of dventurers as the standoff continued for several seconds; the now identified Yeti motionless as they surrounded the party in the chill wind.<br/><br/>At the battle cry of the jiggily Goruka, and the waving of her blade, no apparent reaction could be seen among the tall, bulky creatures beyond something that might have been...  mild amusement? The uttering of words of magic, on the other hand stiffens more than one of the creatures in something that might have been seen as a careful posturing.<br/><br/>Mourncutter’s motion with her hand created a more significant reaction from one of the beast; dark eyes focus on her with an intelligent, appraising gaze With slow deliberation, as if to make no sudden move, a long, fur covered arm lifted and pointed back down the path in which they had come.<br/><br/>The sudden flight of an arrow from an elf near the treeline, still within the circle, proved to be a wild shot that managed to miss even the trees around them; the apparent target examined DDrellos critically, then seemed to speak something in a language that no one seems to understand. Followed by the entire gathering grunting for several seconds… where they laughing?<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mourncutter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>You pick out a word or two of what was said, “blind” and “hurt himself”<br/><br/></div></div><br/>The dark panther that seemed to crouch in the snow suddenly found itself covered in a large net of some white material.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Syra’s seemingly stealthy movement up behind the perceived leader of the Yeti with his blades drawn suddenly feels something huge, wet and cold hit her in the back of the head hard enough to knock her face first into the snow… the remains of a packed snowball clings to her hair, launched from a yeti a few feet behind her; her foot prints ovious behind her; it took no further action, as if to say, “I’mhere.”<br/><br/>At the outburst of Mourncutter, the leader’s attention is again on her, his arm still pointed back down toward the trail that the party had come up through. But, the leader then speaks in the seemingly same language as the amused one.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mourncutter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>There are enough words that you understand to gther a general meaning, if not the exact words, in effect “you go no more. Return down the mountain or risk souls.”<br/><br/></div></div><br/>And that is where things stand at the moment. Actions?<br/>