Swiftcurrent Creek Nobody, literally nobody

Pygmalion was well used to this kind of weather, but that didn't mean he liked it much. The sentiment that cut through the howling wind was much in line with his own. He'd rather be curled up with Bhediya, riding out the storm. Instead, he'd been hunting and was caught nearly instantly in the maelstrom.

The man squinted through the snow, forging ahead and following the cries. He eventually found himself on the opposite side of the creek from a woman submerged in it.

Shite! he exclaimed, gritting his teeth as he splashed down into the water himself. God, it was COLD! He began to shiver profusely but tried to carry on, fighting against the current to make his way to her. Knight in shining armor, innit. Here, let me help ye! Pyg called to her, working his way toward an angle where he could grasp her sodden pelt and pull her up onto land again.

What the hell was he doing? Aye, well. He couldn't bear to see someone in danger, much less someone who could benefit (and benefit from) nearby Uaine Gorsedd.