Alpine Lake pass around the coffee

The thing about temperature was it seemed to seized his entire train of thought. In this case all he could think about was being cold, which in turn, made him feel colder. He wanted to think about the nice warm meal shoved neatly between his teeth, he wanted to think about finally filling up his painfully empty stomach—which cramps had been forgotten with this new development. But all his mind could focus on was whether one his legs would stop working entirely and if he’d have to be the one to gnaw it off. So the sudden distraction was good—but also surprising.

He whipped around to address the woman, apparently eyeing him with a pinch of amusement. His gaze didn’t stay on her for too long, scanning the surrounding tree line for more wolves since she didn’t smell like she went about solo on the regular. ‘You alone?’ He tried to ask before realizing his mouth was still full and he sounded garbled. Tucking the duck safely under his butt, he began to relax when he realized no other wolves were closing in. “M-more like a m-midnight s-snack.” He replied then through a new course of shivers now that he'd stopped pacing. His thoughts settled for the moment while pinning a new idea to the forefront of his focus, “...I’ll s-share if you do me a f-favor.”