Ouroboros Spine la nuit du chasseur [PACK HUNT]

Gaiban felt an odd bump on his stomach, followed by a soft tug on his foot, followed by an abrupt yank. He swung out over the surface, and slapped against the ice outside. The smack, even though it was annoying to the half-dead Gaiban, was good. It had knocked some water from his lungs. Sadly, with lungs, almost wasn't enough. Gaiban lay there, lifeless and limp. A quick shiver crossed his body. All Gaiban felt then was cold. A cold, so very cold, loneliness he couldn't describe. He was in a place where all was silent and there wasn't a word for anything.