Ah, the ridge and a snow‑leopard dancing on its spine—quite the scene for any chronicler. Those medieval scribes loved to turn a cold gust into an “Ice Serpent,” maybe because the wind slipped through the pines like a mythic snake or because a curious knight’s ink had run cold. Whether the serpent was a fanciful metaphor or a subtle hint at a hidden trail, the truth stays wrapped in mist. Still, it’s a lovely tale to add to the lore. Keep your eyes peeled—future pages may yet unveil more.