Eyes widening, the elezen waves her mittens in denial, shaking her head. "No, no, no! It's not like that! Those things used to come after our tribe all the time, but a few decades ago some of our hunters managed to bring one down and brought its guts to the tribe. We figured out that all of those weird runes inside respond to different sounds. Here, um," she unhooks a stone orb covered in runes from her belt. Now that she's drawing attention to it, it's apparent that the dome of light and warmth that drives the storm away comes from this artifact. She points at one of the runes. "That's the one that calls them off back towards wherever they came from. They always come back, but it gets them off your back for a few days," she explains.

When the others ask for help with the shelters, she nods, and yells back towards her partner. "Tlasaz, c'mon! There's some shelters over here that need clearing, fast." With that, the elezen kneels down next to the nearest shelter, and presses another rune. The heat it gives off becomes more intense, and the snow around the shelter begins melting away at a rapid rate.