Hideaway Strath No stranger to pain, though it lessen's some.

Artok had learned a long time ago. Nothing worth doing was worth doing halfway. So that was how he lived. Whether it was good or bad he had yet to see.

There was no denying he enjoyed the cold. He was not a wolf suited for warmer climates, though it had always been warmer climates he had been in. He had not be raised where his ancestors were from. Truth be told, he wasn't even sure where they were.

Though he realized the numbness had begun to spread everywhere, so with sluggish limbs, he returned to the edge of the river. Curious as to what it had done. It hadn't loosened him, up, but it had numbed the small pain that was constant. He shifted.

It numbed everything. I don't feel any pain. I like the cold yes. But the warm makes it looser, while the cold numbs the pain.