Refugee

Another violent shiver caused his muscles to ripple beneath his half-frozen pelt, still damp from his plummet beneath the ice. His teeth were at a constant chatter now, ice frosting his lips, nose, and eyes and causing them to reflect what little of the sun rays managed to illuminate the North. He didn't have long now, and if this pack denied him refuge.. he wasn't sure what else he could manage to do to save his life.

He was thankful for the woman at his side, though he'd yet to discover her name or her business in the North at all. He'd yet to even thank her for saving his life and pulling him out of the ice, but there wasn't much on his mind other than the incredible need to find shelter.

At the entrance of the Gale Gorge, just as he suspected, laid the strong scent of the pack. He tried to lift his head and summon their wolves, but his voice was hoarse and his jaw far too tense to do as he tried to command it to. A short sound barely worthy of being called a howl left him, though was broken by another strong and overpowering shiver. He wasn't even sure if it would reach the pack wolves, but he couldn't stay idle for long and find out. His lone ruby found the stranger with him once again as he nodded to her, hoping she would understand and ring for them while he could not.