Barrow Fields sky underground

he wormed his way closer.

something about that was off-putting. she was still trying to determine if he was injured, but all she could smell between them was the sea, the carcass, the snow—and he was not antagonizing her.

deeper than her misgivings, there was a sense of power as she sat up a little straighter.

winter breathed around them, and she immediately hunkered down again, and shuffled a little closer... wanting warmth, and seeing that he was not a danger, perhaps she could find it between him and the carcass.