Totoka River debris

asmodeus had remained some days near the stream pack where the dragonness had resided. but boredom took him again; he fucked off once more, this time cutting an angled path through the flatlands in the direction of the sea.

it was a stupid decision, but asmodeus often placed risk over logic if there were new things to be found on the other side.

four days' travel brought him to the frozen shoreline, equally trapped in ice and cut clean through by the horrible ocean winds.

"jesus fuck!" he swore loudly, huddled against the knifed edge of a snowstorm that had risen out of nowhere to pound the beach. he could barely see before him, hunched on the sand at the cleft of a river and the inexorably huge expanse of saltwater. 

this hadn't been worth it at all. asmodeus didn't care what sort of women made their home here, they were certainly all viking hags.

Battered, fucked off, and done to shit with the coast, Earp trudged about.
There were just storms upon storms and he was pretty sure his skin was now made of sand. Yeah, it felt good when he rolled in it but he didn't want to live here. He wanted to get the fuck outta here now.
A sharp curse cut through the whipping wind, making his sulk towards it.

His polar sat hunched. What the fuck? His own dark pits embedded in the body of his opposite. His ears flattened, stalking closer, head tilting to inspect the other. The wind whipped up sand that pelted his side, snow frosting the tips of his salted fur, but he was intent on figuring out what this mirage was. 

the snow whipped up again, provoking a grunt from asmodeus. with the lash of the wind came the scent of a stranger, and the reptile raised obsidian eyes to meet the answering glint of hematite.

he blinked, but despite being startled, asmodeus had become sluggish, a cold torpor settling over his limbs. and so he did not rise, merely stared at his dark twin with a mirthless smirk tugging at his mouth.

It was cold. Colder than she had ever been in her life, as far as she could remember. 
she had lost track of Aiolos, and ended up on the storm ridden beach, being pelted by seafoam, freezing water, and sand. 
She blinked through the swirling storm, her eyes making out a pair of figures in the distance. Believing them to be pack members she made her way towards the two males, a definite pep in her step and a terse smile on her features. One of them seemed to be felled, and she tried to direct herself to that one.

We can have another thread at Ravensblood forest?

Well well well.
A lady came along, moving to the frozen twin. Oh, he could have fun with the pair. He forced his stiff muscles will the will power of his deep-set hatred for the world to move forward.
Should he be kind or nice?
He'd seen trees in the distance before the storm swept in, and it was his target. Still was.
"Get up. I'll take us to shelter."

He wasn't going to take no for an answer. He wouldn't leave these lost wrenches to suffer on this shit excuse for a beach. He waited, watching to see if he was too weak to get up or not. Earp was a soldier by heart and he acted like one in these situations -- relentless force. If he didn't move, he'd just drag him.

I'm down!

the serpent wanted to spit into the wind, hiss that he took orders from no wolf in this world. but the harsh voice had clashed with something in the demon's brain: it peeled from the part of asmodeus that would forever make him unfit to lead, and whispered: follow.

and so he rose, albeit with a sneer that curved between the whorling snowflakes. "lead on," asmodeus purled, a dangerous promise to the edge of his voice.

The wolf still standing promised shelter. She debated, for a moment, but when the accursed storm splattered her back with a spray of Icy water she made up her mind. She had no idea where she was, after all, and was only extremely eager to not be cold or wet anymore. 
When the second male rose to his paws she nodded in agreement, Oblivious to the dangerous looks both wolves gave. "I'm cold. Wet. And tired. Lead the way." 

I'll tag you both!

Poor, sweet, wayward beings. No wonder they found themselves seemingly unknowingly in a snowstorm on a beach. He was here for a purpose and knew the dangers, and maybe they did too. But they looked far too bedraggled to know what they were doing.
He stared hard at his pale counterpart, not even offering a smirk to the female, for he was too pissed off for that. And cold. Never again would he go to the beach in the winter.

He inclined his head, then tucked it to his chest, conserving his warmth, and marched on towards the not-so-distant woodlands. The storm would still be blowing by the time they got there.