He wasn't alone. Behind him, the wind carried the faint, rhythmic scuff-scuff of something smaller, lighter. He stopped. Silence. He took two more steps— crunch, crunch —and heard a delayed, soft pat-pat in the drifts behind a pine tree. The snow didn't just record his path; it was broadcasting a pursuit he couldn't see, only hear through the freezing air.
A high-pitched "squeak" indicates extreme cold (the snow crystals are rubbing together because they won't melt under pressure).
Why this sound (skachat zvuk sledov po snegu) is used in storytelling:
