Herbalists' Cache i'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.

A shadow stepped over him. Frost felt his hackles rise instinctively, but the only thing that moved were his eyes, trailing to the strong legs that caged him up to a dark, furry chest. There was venom in the words the newcomer spoke to the other, but the boy was too tired to follow the conversation that ensued. He settled, though, in spite of the threat in the tones of the other wolves. The stranger standing over him brought some small bit of warmth in the cold, and he was content to soak it in for now as he tried to further rouse himself.