As Alea crouched in her snow burrow, she heard the most terrible sounds to have ever reached her ears. Loud cracks and thumps punctuated what seemed like a continuous stream of violent emotion emanating from the man's throat. After a few minutes that seemed to last an eternity, the noise calmed down, and Alea heard a last heavy thud uncomfortable close to her hiding place. She kept extra still and barely breathed. After a few tense moments, she heard the crunching of snow as Banir stood up and began walking away.
She waited until she could only barely hear the snow crunches, and then cautiously pushed forward until she broke through the snow. She took a quick peek and saw nothing but her discarded fishing gear and some splinters. Banir was probably headed back toward town, which was behind her. She had a sudden sickening image of him murdering the entire village in his rage, but she dismissed the thought. He was walking, not running in a murderous rage. Hopefully, his murderous rage had cooled and he was back to normal - well, normal for him, anyway.
Alea climbed all the way out of the snow, and was suddenly struck by how chilly it was. She hadn't noticed in her terror, but she realized now that hiding under the snow had actually been relatively warm, especially when compared to windy icy air. She stored that thought for later and scooped up her fishing gear before briskly walking after Banir. She'd provoked him deliberately, trying to get a reaction (though not necessarily realizing how extreme the reaction would be), and she had to make it right...without getting killed...
Since he was walking slowly, it was easy to catch up with him, even being slowed from trying to keep her steps quiet. She followed the sizable holes his feet left in the snow, and had him in sight before long. She stayed a safe distance behind him until they got to town; she wasn't planning on approaching him again until she had some better potential cover than a snow drift.
When they passed the first building, she moved closer, to within about a horse-length, and said in a subdued but conversational tone, "So...I take it this is a serious problem, and not just a cry for attention."