Sunset Valley yeah. i couldn't either.

Two lasted for a very long time.

Swordfish blinked his eyes open to feel that snow had gathered along his back. There was roughly an inch or more that had settled there during the duo’s rest. One shift told him that his body was stiff and frozen. The blood that had oozed from the gaping wounds in his side had become so cold that he did not bleed, anymore. The numbness that was offered by winter had spared him the pain, too.

T’ree, he grunted, trying to force himself to rise.

As soon as he had found the lock in his elbows that would give him leverage to stand, the dizziness swept through him and forced him back down. Swordfish’s snout dug into the snow with a groan. Quennell had grown quieter and quieter. Worry sparked life into his body, lifting his head from the cold and peering toward the red-naped pirate.

T’ree, Quen… he said again. Tears sprung to his eyes when he tried to push himself up. The young wolf was not steady on his paws, when he found them.