Ice Stalker

THE WILDS

Esbren the Rime-Bound froze the Weeping Rime so the Quiet Sworn could not take its memories, and froze everything else in the bargain. The Ice Stalkers were his wardens' hounds, preserved mid-hunt and still hunting — gaunt shapes of frost that pad the frozen galleries, breath hanging behind them like unfinished sentences. What they catch, they hold. In the Rime, holding is the whole of the law.