Big Salmon Lake i was excitied for winter, but now i hate it

He lifted his paw and saw as a few drops of crimson fell to the snow-white floor. Nothing he hadn't seen before he thought as he licked at the wound. Now noticing it and tending to it the pain started to show, as small pinches and stings of pain rushed down his leg. When the wound continued to bleed he acknowledged that it was something more than minor, though not major. He doubted it would leave a scar.

When she offered to help his first response was "I should be alright" He tried to brush it off and took a few steps to the opening he had created to get a few gulps of water. As he stood there, bearing his weight, the paw he could feel the pain grow and he leaned to his uninjured side. After his drink, he looked again to the ground and saw the newly reddened patch of snow.

Simultaneously a gust of wind blew in and ruffled his fur. It was cold, and no longer stalking prey with freshly frozen water in his belly he could feel it. Knowing of how cold Lenina had been prior to the gust of wind he positioned himself between her and the direction of the wind to act as a sort of wind barrier.

Glancing down towards the South he suggested "Would you allow me to escort you to the southward woods? Perhaps you could take a look at this then." he gestured to his injured paw. It would get her out of the cold he thought.