Cerulean Cape The Wandering of the Soul

It took Birk few days to find his way back to the shores and therefore closer to the paths that led down to the right South. And in those few days he realized that the storm and the freezing temperatures had not left him quite as unharmed as he had initially believed. The skin around his eartips had become swollen and painful - the itch and the resulting scratching did not help. A toe or two felt weird, and the tip of his tail had the same itchy problem and, where he had licked and gnawed, now were a patch of a discolored brownish fur and a raw ulcer. He had got frostbites - it was not the first time, but certainly the worst. 

Therefore he had decided to seek out the one healer he knew around here and, who he remembered by name too - Raven. And the fact that he was on the right path made him a little more cheerful - a little too much, because he missed the turn he had to take to move down to Kintla flatlands and therefore continued along the shore. He would have walked a long way in the wrong direction had he not spotted a lying wolf-figure further off and decided to approach it. "Hey-ho!" he called out to it. "You ain't dead are you?"

It did not answer right away and Birk felt a tad bit too uneasy to continue his approach. Therefore after lingering on the spot for few undecided minutes, he turned around and went away, leaving the stranger in peace.