Bridge to Terabithia

The winged wolf grimaced, disliking the idea of going back to their father to tell him the man was 'probably' dead. That they had no further information as to the 'why' of the kidnappings. He heard his brother stomp in the snow beside him, and knew he was suffering. Mortis felt it too, smarting his ears and nose and pressing against his eyes. His toes were stiff from it, but he also had an extra layer. A thick brushing of feathers pressed tightly against his side, warming his core.

He glanced at the wolf beside him, and knew he might get his nose bitten off, but he did it anyway. He unstuck a wing from his side with a shake, letting a draft of cold air brush against his side. He shivered as he stretched out thr appendage and let it fall over his brother. Offering him its warmth and protection from the wind.

"If you head back the way we came, we can ensure he hasn't looped around us to head to better weather, and cut off any exit." Gicing his brother an exit, heading out of the wind himself under thr guise of responsibility.