Barrow Fields Head to the future

Everything aches all over. The blood has managed to stop and scabs have formed but she’s missing chunks of her white fur, giving her a mixture of feeling hot and cold at the same time in certain places. The one that caused all of this hadn’t been much help and she’s left alone, making her realizing what kind of bad idea it is all in all.
 
With a heavy sigh, Nox meanders through the snow cover fields until something ahead catches her attention. The dark wolf is a blip against the otherwise white background in front of her. Yellow eyes narrow and she lowers her head, moving again to close the distance between herself and the stranger and chuffing a greet when close enough.