Porcupine Ridge the sooner you fools accept that,

maybe basilica wolves? <3

colt had kept going. he couldn't lead a gang if he was froze stiff on the side of some wretched mountain between a cliff and a holler.
so on he went, gradually realizing that starvation was licking its chops under the tedium of exposure, which had bitten his ears to more tatters now, and was in danger of taking one if not two toes.
colt briggs tripped and swore and skidded down a treacherous slope into a blockade of ice and snow. he lay there, dazed, too weak to move; he pulled each face of the gang into his mind and swallowed.
colt fixed indra in his head and started to drift, to answer the promise of warmth if he only slept. and he knew what that meant, a long and wakeless sleep.
but he'd lost everyone in that storm.