Sleepy Fox Hollow The ice man cometh.

She found herself a little lonely today and followed her mate's trail, wondering what he was up to. They were quite adept at dividing their time between being together and keeping to themselves; she hoped she wouldn't be a nuisance on this day. Though she doubted it very much—and even if she was, she doubted even more that Mou would make that opinion known.

Maegi entered the cave, her face contorting in distaste as the stench hit her nostrils. She came closer, finding Mou's pale form in the darkness. Her eyes, too, adjusted, and her mouth fell open in silent shock as she spotted the corpse, ostensibly the source of the smell.

Mou? she whispered, breath fogging in the frigid air. Maegi came to his side and pressed close, the hair along her spine lifting by instinct. Do you. . .do you know what this is? What happened? Poor dead soul.