Demons won't let me sleep

Archon hadn't made it by these lands yet. He found them intriguing. While most of the lands were frozen, the water here still seemed to flow, although a bit sluggishly. The dampness could be felt in the air given the increased humidity around the unfrozen waters. Even with Archon's thick coat, the moist chill was cutting. His ears and nose felt almost as if they were burning. Still, Archon followed the water to its source.

On most days, Archon would relish in the opportunity for such a cool drink, but today it seemed almost a chore to bring his muzzle close to the icy surface. After lapping at the water, he felt a sharp but temporary pain in his head. The entire experience could be described as unpleasant, but Archon tried to not let this ruin his perspective on the area.

After the pain passed, Archon took pause to survey the area. There was another wolf dipping her paws into the water. Archon watched her for a bit, realizing she was cleaning some sort of plant. He briefly wondered if she was crazy. At this rate, surely her paws would freeze and fall off!

"Ma'am," Archon rumbled, "Are you certain soaking your paws in that water is the best idea?"