Ciel puffs a breath, distracted momentarily by the way it forms in the air. Come to think of it, he'd never seen snow before. It was rather pretty, in a way, but his pawpads stung a little, having stood in place for a little too long.

"No," it said, carefully. He'd never been here before, but that didn't mean he was lost. He didnt need help... right? The other young wolf seemed knowledgeable on his situation, it seemed, although Ciel's head spun with the new information.

"Am I dead?" Was this some sort of afterlife? Had it died in it's sleep? That would explain why he'd just been dropped here unceremoniously. Ciel had heard of wolves dying in their sleep before, but they'd always been old, or sick. He hadn't been either of those things beforehand.

Ciel furrowed his pale brows, puzzled. "Did you wake up here, too?" He'd said sometimes, though, which nullified his thoughts of being dead. What the fuck is going on?