Blur

Over the course of the next few minutes, Crysta found it increasingly harder to hold onto Lina's silk white fur. The wind screamed louder and louder in her ears and batted at her face violently.

The delta struggled to lean and get down even closer to Lina's body.

The white wolf was darting across the snow at speeds unknown to living creatures.

Crysta stared ahead and back, now convinced that they were indeed running across the coldest parts of the mountain. And yet, she didn't feel cold at all.

She felt glued to the white wall by a wall of wind brushing over them. Crysta suddenly got curious and tried to lift her hand. As she'd suspected, the wind was much heavier. Lifting her hand was a lot harder than normal.

'We're so fast, the cold won't get through,' the delta chuckled, wondering whether Lina had expected that.

Knowing the girl, she'd probably done this solely on instinct.