As I slung my pack onto my shoulders a big mosquito thudded against my cheek. There had been a few through the day, but it was early in the season - the ice had gone out just two weeks before - and I had scarcely noticed them. But now as I would down the ridge, the last breeze faded, and they were on me. Rising in clouds fron1 the soggy tundra, they pelted against my face. I reached in my pocket for the repellent, and came up empty.
The traveller could not feel the breeze because

Options

A. The mosquito had bitten him
B. He was at the foot of the ridge
C. There was no ice on the mountain
D. There was no breeze on the tundra mountain