Logan clasped the Outsider's forearm tightly, his hand squeezing hard enough to bruise. He realized he didn't much need it, though, as some force supported him enough to pull himself up. It was still harder than he wanted it to be, but he was sprawling on the snow in short order, stunned but still trying to pull himself up before the cold and wet soaked into his clothing.

He drew his sword, still unsteady, as he spotted a shade coming for them. He stared at it, trying to make his brain understand. It wasn't one of the Children, but it wasn't a Guardian either. What new trick of the Crawler's was this? And why couldn't he hear its voice? That could only mean it was lying in wait.