Lost in the Snow

Gather lost signal beacons and find Murk.

Just before landing this masterpiece of goblin skillfulness overheated and went totally dead. Luckily, a furry animal saved me from falling on hard ice... Though it turned out to be a huge hungry lynx.
Imagine how staggered it was! Huh, it's not everyday tasty and nutritious researchers fall from the sky. So as soon as I realized I was about to become a dinner for a dozen cats, I rushed to the nearest cliff. You see... My trousers are all ragged.
But this is not the worst. While I was running, I lost my bag with beacons. The lynxes tore it and stole all the beacons. The rest of the Surveyors will not be able to land without them.
We need to find what was lost. And Murk is nowhere to be seen... I'm not worried about the big guy, it's just he has most of our supplies in his backpack. And my spare trousers!

Arrgh! I'll rip you apart!

Aho, frriends! You are right on time. I guess these funny savages were about to flay and fry me. Or fry and flay, I didn't really get it. Such funny folks! They went at me as soon as they saw me, muttering something in their language: "Tungar, tungar..." I fought back, of course.
Well, I know they are relict species and have to be preserved, but I ain't letting any savages eat me, eysh!