Swiftcurrent Creek Nobody, literally nobody

This was it. This was the end. She was going to freeze to death all because she'd tripped over some blasted rock into some shitty little stream. Terwillegar wasn't sure which was worse: dying like this, or dying like this on an empty stomach. Who wants to die on an empty stomach?

Then there was a voice as disembodied as hers was in the screaming wind and her violent shivering faltered for a bit while she cast around for its owner. Pygmalion was practically invisible in the storm, with only his dark little eyes and his nose to identify him, so Willy looked right past him when she turned her head. HELLO?! she called out just seconds before he seized her fur.

YO, watch it, you fucker, she said, thrashing in place in an effort to literally punch her assailant in the jaw. Pyg was only trying to help and Willy would figure that out sooner or later, but like ... damn. It was frightening being grabbed by someone you couldn't really see, even if you were freezing your ass off and risking hypothermia by sitting in a stream during a blizzard. She appreciated it, but also what the hell, dude.