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Ganco knelt, his breath hitching in the sudden warmth of the eye. He harvested only what was needed, whispering a prayer of thanks to the Burya. Andi sat vigil, his amber eyes reflecting the celestial glow.

They were "Burya-Runners," hunters who lived for the storm. In their tongue, Burya was the Living Gale, a legendary blizzard said to carry the spirits of the old world. ganco_andi_burya

It was a cathedral of ice. Towers of frozen vapor rose hundreds of feet into a clear, starlit sky, shielded by the spinning wall of the blizzard. In the center, growing from a crack in a sapphire-colored glacier, were the frost-flowers. They pulsed with a soft, rhythmic blue light, mimicking the beat of a human heart. Ganco knelt, his breath hitching in the sudden

As the first wall of white hit, the world vanished. Ganco leaned into Andi’s flank, using the cat’s immense strength to stay grounded. They moved by instinct and rhythm. Andi tracked the scent of ozone and ancient ice, while Ganco used a brass compass that spun wildly, guided by the storm's magnetic pulse. They were "Burya-Runners," hunters who lived for the storm