The harsh winter was sitting poorly with Nash. Last winter had been heavy too, anticipatory of a wet summer, and look where that had left them. What if this summer was the same? The Chasm had already dissolved, partially due to the drought... how would the Backwater fare if they too lost water once more? The leader knew Viorel wouldn't venture up the mountain, even if they invited him to stay for the dry season... what of the others? Would Oksana be okay welcoming more into their territory to share their precious resource?
And then there were the children. They were prone to wandering, and several were still missing. He didn't like it. He worried that with the thaw would come gangly bodies, not fully grown but hidden beneath the snow for months. He couldn't bear to see his son, frozen and cold. He hoped none of them were.
Nash found a lookout over the valley not far from the lake and looked over the pass, hoping to see some sign of movement. He knew the distance was too great, but it was some sort of hope. As he settled a boom hit his ears, followed by a series of fizzing cracks. It sounded distant, but Nash looked up in alarm, looking for sign of danger. Was there an avalanche?