Black Morass frostbite

AW! maybe someone from Tindome? :D (Chelsie & Kris, I left it open whether the boys followed him or not so y'all can decide on your own if you will join this or not)

@Euron, @Ramsay and Cicero had travelled on after he had found a scrawny piece of cached rabbit at Broken Antler Fen. They had to get by with whatever small food they gathered, but it wasn't easy. Cicero had scratched his nails and toes open until they bled to get the cached food and ever since then he had felt his toes getting colder and colder. His fur wasn't near enough to keep him warm and he had been shaking uncontrollably for the last couple of days. When they rested he made sure they would help each other stay warm by sharing body heat, but Cicero pressed the boys on, knowing their best chances at survival were finding a pack — finding Burke — as soon as possible. West, they just kept heading west, even though Cicero had no idea where Burke had gone and how far. It was beginning to feel hopeless, for he hadn't caught a whiff of Burke's scent and was beginning to wonder if this journey was a fool's errand.

With clattering teeth Cicero said, "We should look if we can find some mice. Call if you catch a scent." He then went on his way, leaving if open for the boys to either follow him or stay together and look elsewhere. He'd looked for a dryer place than the morass but the strath to the north was walled off so they were forced to take this route. Cicero stuck to the dryer paths in between the dreary mushy morass, feeling oddly nostalgic and reminded of home while he walked on numb, unfeeling paws that were slowly being captured by frostbite.