Kutur pointed in an arbitrary direction, the snow all seeming to merge into one flaky monster in his head. "Let's go that way," he announced. Slowly, he picked up his feet, and trudged, and trudged, and then the ground under him seemed to collapse inwards, as if the world was swallowing him. "OH HOLY-" he managed to get out before all of him dropped into the ravine. In desperation, he flailed about and by sheer luck, caught onto a ridge. But he can't hang there forever, especially due to his eschewing of physical work in favor of mental exercise.