The wind and snow were strong, and although the Deity was barefoot, no footprints were left on the snow.
Shard could only follow the direction along the ridge, fortunately, the Tree Father wouldn't place him too far away, and soon he saw the glimmer of a fire at the base of the ridge.
Almost rolling down along the snow — it was faster this way, and at the bottom of the slope stood a rock mostly covered by snow from unknown origins. The firelight emanated from behind the rock, which was a decent windbreak.
When Shard approached, he even found that the people by the bonfire had used dead branches, cloth, and ice to build a small shelter against the rock.
The sound of him walking barefoot on the snow made the three numb, corpse-like people by the drafty shelter's bonfire turn to look at him.
The first thing Shard noticed wasn't that a witch would actually agree to hide with a man, but that the silver-white-haired Deity wasn't here.
