Neverwinter Forest haunted by ill angels only

To say that Maude was miserable was an understandment. She had known cold before. She had been soaked in cold water for most of her life, been bombarded with shriekingly chill winds from the northern seas, but this? This was icy, frozen hell. How anyone was surviving it, let alone standing it, was beyond her. She barely was doing either.

The pirate let out another flurry of curses, instantly regretting opening her mouth, nearly struck blind by the sheer cold. Warmth was far away from her, but she sought it out in any shape or form. The dark mass ahead of her caught her sights immediately, and almost without question, she barrelled towards it, sticking her body against the (thankfully) lupine-smelling, Neverwinter Forest-smelling, mass. No toime fer pers'nal space, mate; 'tis bloody cold, She muttered, nuzzling against the unknown packmate.