They could feel their skin burning, despite the warmer air of the south.

It's taken them far too long to get to the wastes, having to hide deep in dens often to avoid frost bite on their poor legs and face. But the chill had driven them from their crappy nest early this morning, to get their blood flowing, they'll warm up then....

He missed his fur, he missed his magic that always kept him at a steady and comfortable temperature in the extremes like this. Hell, at this point he missed the puppy piles with Fiadh and her brood that had kept him warm through the nights leading up to this great ice age.

Fuck, they'd even take life as a pompous princess under Requiem's claw again, to be warm.

Sparrow's thoughts were not on their surroundings, especially not on the ground, where a certain mother's den was dug like a shitty construction trench without any signs that said 'warning! open pit!' Their tiny bare paw stepped into said hole, the coywolf letting out a sharp yelp as she fell forward.

FUCK