The local ranger muttered under his breath, left his snowmobile, and dropped to the ground beside the tent flap to smell the air more closely.
His expression changed instantly.
"Oh hell. Something's wrong with that smell!"
His rough, weathered shout cut through the wind.
Ethan was sitting in a wind shelter drinking hot coffee. At the commotion, he frowned in irritation, stood, and walked over.
"This doesn't concern you. Get back to your rounds. There's just a student in there throwing a tantrum and pretending to pass out. Nothing is wrong."
The ranger stamped his feet in frustration and pointed at the frozen crystals on the ground, his hand shaking.
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about! I've been rescuing people on this glacier my whole life. You think I don't know tha
