Arrow Lake ludens

Redshank followed Jigsaw's gaze as he casted it over the slopes. The man was decidedly suited to a mountaineer's life, what with his large paws and long legs. Hell, even his coat matched the snowy tops of the rocky peaks. The Cairn, however...not so much. His eyes traced what he supposed was the trail Jigsaw had made as he explained where he had been staying, before he looked up to see the man looking back down at him with a viridescent stare. Quickly, he averts his gaze.

"Alright," Redshank says after a nervous inhale as his body already screams in protest. He hoped Jigsaw was right that the snow had not yet covered up the trail; he wasn't particularly fond of the idea of breaking through fresh snow drifts in his current state. "Jus'...give me a sec." Having finally had a chance to rest after days of travelling, it seemed his muscles weren't too keen on this whole moving idea right now.

With a wince, Redshank dropped his chew toy and began working his forelegs, slowly leveraging himself up into somewhat of a sitting position. Success! His joints were on fire, his head was pounding, but at least he had taken half a step back from death's door. He held the position for a few moments as he stared hard at the frosted earth, aware his newfound companion was idly waiting by. "Everythin' hurts."

He wondered how long it would take for the man to regret his decision to aid him, for the journey to the cave would be a slow going one.