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on the move, collecting numbers - RIP Lainie - February 09, 2018
Her catches of the day included two medium fish, a frozen muzzle and what felt like a burning around her frozen muzzle where her tongue had neglected to clean away the ice and cold. It hadn't started out all that bad, but on her return from the stream a fierce wind had picked up and the temperature plummetted. It seemed to be turning numb, and the semi-circle of ice halfway up her muzzle felt swollen. She couldn't remember if numb meant good or bad, but she was leaning towards the latter.
Her hunger was ignored as she left the fish near the others, moving off a bit to swipe at her face, trying in relative vain to clear of the ice and rid herself of the horrid numb-burning. She succeeded only in popping something, and her next swipe came away slightly bloodied as she popped a blood-filled blister she didn't even know had been there.
RE: on the move, collecting numbers - Bantam - February 28, 2018
On his way to find the ocean, Coast's original itinerary had been distorted by both the weather and his own tactless whims. And if you asked him, it was more of the former's fault than his own. The coal-tipped wolf prowled now for a source of water in the midst of a biting windchill, having just recently come from a short hibernation among the roots of a broad tree. He cared little for the harsh cold now; he'd slept as long as he could to let the brunt of the storm pass, but his tumbly was just too rumbly at this time.
Before he found water, however, he found the faint scent of blood—wolf's blood—which ordinarily held no interest of his, but he investigated out of nosiness, not expecting what he found.
A ring of blisters rimming the muzzle of some poor she-wolf. He nearly laughed, though managed to hide his smile as he came near, adopting instead a look of mild sympathy. He tsked. "Frostbite?" he asked, coming to a loose stand several feet from her, his tone was decidedly neutral; though there was some effort on his part to keep it that way.