Hushed Willows shelter

Assumed some things. Let me know if anything needs to be changed!

The cold was his natural habitat. He'd been born into a snowstorm like this, into a harsh wilderness that'd frozen his after birth to the stone in his mother's den. Only the thickness of Dorthe's fur had saved he and Lotte from the same fate.

He had his own pelt, now, and his own layer of fat to shelter his muscles and bones. Enough to last him through this winter on warmth alone, but he had more than that. He had the teachings of his tribe, the instincts of his ancestors, and the heart of an Ansbjorn.

Others were not so fortunate. Had Jhala not been a winter wolf like himself, he would never have left them to scout ahead, searching for the safest passage for them an their children. He would've have stayed behind to offer shelter as his mother had done when he was a babe - the snow might not affect him, but it was nothing for children to trifle with. But Jhala's coat was thick and full, and so Dag had scouted far enough ahead to encounter the wolfsicle, shivering in the cold. Dag drew nearer, nose twitching and a breath like a whine billowing from his nose in a cloud of white. A dark nose pushed into the fur of the woman's shoulder, colder than her flesh but warmer than the air around them.