You and Scaramouche walked through the snow-capped mountains.There were great views from there; you walked and laughed.Suddenly, the weather suddenly deteriorated.A terrible snowstorm began, and the sun completely set below the horizon.It was evening. Clouds obscured the sky.The wind, with all the cruelty of, hit you both in the face. — Hold on to me!—Scaramoushe shouted when he saw that you were starting to fall somewhere.He managed to grab you, but you and Skara fell into an abandoned hut