Skoll huffs a breath, it comes out in a puff of white. He hadn't considered this possibly being an afterlife. Skoll doesn't remember being dead, either. Everyone in the pack seems so full of life - this is the first time for him to talk to an outsider. The stranger seems pretty alive too.

"Not dead." Skoll feels alive. He doesn't think they'd feel the cold if they were dead.

Sometimes the scars on his face hurt too, feeling pain while dead seems unfair. "I woke up here a few days ago." Longer, even.

He's glad Kirain found him. Skoll would've frozen to death in the snow. "I don't know a lot but I think it's common." He admits.

Southeast, the other young wolf, Skoll and this stranger too. Skoll wonders how many there really are out here. Is it most of the wolves? Or are more born here than awaken? He'll have to ask someone later.