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[remindmeof_me]

The snow lay deep all around, heaped up in drifts against trees and stones, pockmarked with the skittering tracks of critters of both Earth and Xen. Shephard couldn't remember ever seeing it so deep, not even when he was a little kid and everything was bigger and tougher. Then again, he hadn't been traveling the better part of a month back then,

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[smelltheashes]

The valley is eerily silent and still. The only sound is the steady crunch-crunch-crunch of snow beneath their feet.

Eventually, they may realize that there's a third set of footsteps coming from somewhere nearby.

[remindmeof_me]

Freeman might. Shephard definitely does. He holds up one fist in the 'stop immediately' gesture, for Freeman's benefit, and then reaches for his sidearm. Just in case.

[smelltheashes]

A hunched, alien figure steps out into the open in front of them. A Vortigaunt.

A Vortigaunt wearing a bright yellow knit cap with earflaps and a matching scarf.

"Greetings to the Freeman and the Marine. Your arrival has been much anticipated."

[remindmeof_me]

There's gonna be some staring for a bit. Mostly because of the hat.

Eventually Shephard clears his throat and says, "Don't think I know you. You from White Forest'n we just never met?"

He'll ask about the hat in a bit. Because: hat. What.