Crowsnow Hollow

A wind-scoured tundra cave below the snowline — the one reliable shelter on the long climb between the pass and the Deep, contested between a Frost Shrike rookery above and a Rime Stalker's lair below.

Half the bodies in Crowsnow Hollow are travellers who took the shelter and not the warning. The upper galleries smell of shrike-guano and old kills; the lower reek of something that runs below body temperature and doesn't share. The obvious bivouac is a fight to occupy, and the fight uses both directions.