If you are looking for specific audio clips (zvuk sledov), they usually fall into these categories: A soft, muffled "whoosh-thump."
He wasn't alone. Behind him, the wind carried the faint, rhythmic scuff-scuff of something smaller, lighter. He stopped. Silence. He took two more steps— crunch, crunch —and heard a delayed, soft pat-pat in the drifts behind a pine tree. The snow didn't just record his path; it was broadcasting a pursuit he couldn't see, only hear through the freezing air.
The high friction of snow absorbs other ambient noises, making the footsteps feel intimate and lonely.
The sound of rhythmic crunching on fresh snow is more than just noise—it's a texture that tells a story of solitude, winter's bite, and the quiet journey of a traveler. The Midnight Wanderer
Rapid, heavy "thud-thud-thud" with flying snow spray. Wet Slush: A heavy, splashing "squelch."