The Heartwood tell me if i fall

Season: Spring · Time: Early morning (3AM) · Weather: Patchy rain 55°F
Forward dated to May 18. Leaving the possible meeting with Phillip vague. Open for one!

A numbing sensation creeps over his body, as if suspended in a blizzard. Frostbite starts to settle on his toes, his eyes covered in frost. It becomes a struggle to move. Even the expansion of his chest a fight that the sun tires of quickly.
His feet do the wandering on another plane than that of his mind. A bend of reality bewitched in a fashion that would leave most screaming for the hills. Helios awakens in a similar state that he had in the Bramblepoint, though it is a less casual affair. His jaws go agape, gasping hungrily—starved and squeezed of breath.
Each wheeze echoes across the forest—answered back by the caw of a raven. His golden eyes look up, and where he sees a feather fall stands a wolf. Ragged, exhausted; it wears deep in the grooves of his face as he keeps his head low. The gasps slow, breathes soon caught yet his muzzle remains open.