Anji shrieked and scrambled up, throwing her weight into the woman and pinning her thin form to the ground. She beat at the Hawk’s shoulder, manacles clinking with every blow.

“See how you like it!” she screeched.

“Stop it, you idiot!” the Hawk said, twirling out of her grip. She got easily to her feet, eyes darting to the blue bag now lying in the snow some feet away. Anji moved for the bag, but the Hawk closed the distance, snatched at her arm, and spun her so they were face-to-face. She held up a finger between them and opened her mouth to say some other rude thing to Anji before a sound drew their attention to the ridge.

A crack.

Anji heard another, then another, then a slight hissing trickle followed by a heaving, heavy rumble, like thunder on glass. The Hawk drew in a gasp and shuttled Anji from the ridge as the patch of snow they’d been standing on rolled away with a roar, bringing the blue satchel down with it.

“No!” the Hawk screamed. Anji struggled in the Hawk’s grip, but the woman held firm.

The snow gathered and flowed down the slope like water, spilling across exposed rocks, tumbling through the air, sending chunks of ice careening far below. Eventually the sound dissipated, leaving the pair standing at the chasm’s edge in a hollow silence.

Pain lanced through Anji’s arm.

“What the fuck!” Anji sidestepped as the Hawk advanced on her, fist raised to strike again.

“How could you be so—so—” said the Hawk through gritted teeth. She stopped and pointed down the slope. “That was all our food! The rest of my—” She sputtered, closed her mouth, then, “That could have been us down there!”

“You started it!”

The Hawk’s eyes widened. “I can’t believe how stupid you are.”

“Well, start believing it!” Anji said.

Then the Hawk gave her a look of such confusion and disgust Anji would have laughed if she’d been anywhere else, with anyone else.

Just push her down the fucking mountain, Anji thought, getting to her feet. Pulling her jacket tighter, she walked warily toward the Hawk’s side, brushing off crusted snow.

The Hawk gazed down at the mess of powder and ice piled a hundred feet below.

“Sun’s almost down,” said Anji, narrowing her eyes at the mountain peaks. She swung her gaze to the now snow-packed chasm’s bottom. “Can’t be that far under, can it?”

The Hawk glared at her. “How should I know?” she growled. “I’ve never buried the last of my possessions under an avalanche before.”

“First time for everything, I suppose,” Anji said, “though I imagine you’ll make me do all the—”