Whiteout Stalker

THE WILDS

In the Pale Reach the snow itself learned to hunt. Whiteout stalkers run the high drifts wearing the storm as a coat, visible only in the half-second before the leap — a shape of hunger the frozen wastes stood up out of themselves. Trappers say Esbren's endless winter bred them; the trappers who say it indoors live longer. They strike fastest at travellers who stop to rest.