Auzi hits the snow with a thud.
Turok is face to face with the now cleared of snow branch of a dark pine that seemed to be either further behind or higher up when they crouched into this space.
 

The wind now howling at his back, Turok rushes headlong into the branches of the massive pine, soon lost in a swirl of green needles as he defends his ground!

[TUROK roll d6.]

The branches whip against Turok's ice numbed face yet he feels the bark hard as stone slice his skin, the needles blur his eyes as he confusingly feels great pressure of limbs against his back. And then he finds himself through the massive treow and panting on the other side in darkness.

His eyes strain against black.
His ears ring only with howls of wind.
His nostrils snuff woodsmoke wisping faint on it.
His hands grip needles and frozen bark.
His tongue tastes pinesap smeared across his lips.

Turok manages to fall into the snow, a welcome relief from the batting of the needles across his frozen face, and he follows the scent of the wood smoke drifting toward him from the campfire, now some distance removed, on all fours, the worn warclub out as a guide agains the unknown. 

The snow beneath the tree is trampled and mounded from his excursion but he ploughs through,
until there are strong grips upon each ankle and he is yanked back, face flat against the cold ground!!!!