I Feel... Cold

Áskell glanced back at the Fireside wolves, turning his attention to the girl and nodding. "Yea, I think so. There wouldn't have been so much chatter if it'd always been here. Blast that wind is cold." He squinted against it as he walked along the ice bridge, his nails clicking on the ice as he went. The cold ice on his paw pads was particularly uncomfortable and Áskell was starting to wonder about the risk of frostbite. His pace slowed. "Ok, well we saw that the bridge is real and it's fucking cold here. I don't think I care to try and get all the way across. For all we know this thing could start to break apart." He'd had enough of the world crumbling underneath him lately.