Purpose

Beat curled in on himself more. Purple and teal eyes stared ahead, waiting to see if the approaching form was some dangerous cold climate creature out to get him. It turned out that it was just a wolf. A young female. The boys eyes widened slightly and if he could have curled himself into oblivion, he would have. She was pretty and he was awkward. He didn't even know how to greet her. The only females that he knew were in his pack.

Words met large ears and the boy finally found his voice. "C-c-c-coooold." His teeth had begun to chatter with the chilly discomfort. With no meat on his bones, he was frozen through. This was definitely one of the worst choices he'd ever made. It hadn't even been a good choice. Here, in the middle of nowhere, wolves still found him. For the moment, he forgot his curse, concerned only for his freezing form. If he died here, his family would never know what happened to him. That filled the boy with determination. Squaring his jaw, he nodded to the girl. "Please."