Moonsong Glacier my fingers laced to crown,

She hummed in return, and then promptly set to work. Bolstering herself against the coppery tang, she swabbed along the red welts, eyes distant and focused. Tried to be as ginger as she possibly could, but all the same, she needed to stop the bleeding and clean the wound somehow.

Aure drew away for a moment, thinking, before flitting away to a wall of the glacier; returning a moment later with a small shard, precariously held between her fangs. Gently, she pressed the cube of ice into his hip, before running it along the rest of the wound. She did this several times, before stepping away and discarding her material.

”Until there are plants to be found, the least we can do is to keep down ze swelling.” The snowy she-wolf turned back to the mass of golden fur, coming up alongside him again. Her breath misted in the chill as she studied his face, looking for any tell-tale signs there. ”Hopefully, there’s a way out of this glacier.”