what hope will mend thy heart

Art by Eightysichs & Code by Skelle 2022
Sverre was colder than he wanted to admit. Had he softened being down this far south? His coat had seemed a bit thinner than he was used to this time of year. By now, as the ice and snow covered the ground and the river froze with a thin sheet of ice, he would normally have much thicker of a coat, but he would also be nearly up to his elbows in freshly fallen snow. Life was much different here and he had started to wonder if this would even be a good home. He hadn't seen that other man since that day at the wall, but he supposed he shouldn't expect much. He had gone through a lot and Sverre knew he was silly to think the man would want to tread far from his home.

He sighed as he paused in his journey to shake the snow from his pelt and enjoy a short break. He didn't know where he was going in all honesty; home maybe? Where even was home anymore? He wasn't even sure he knew the exact way back to his homeland. Maybe this was home now, or well it would have to be at least.  

"Go find us something for a fire, I'll look for something to eat," he hummed to the puffin and fox and they parted. Sverre wasn't searching long before he found tracks, but they weren't what he was hoping for. Another wolf. He frowned, but it only lasted a moment before he noticed the scent. Uncertain at first, he buried his nose into the pressed snow. Kuroo.

At first he was excited, but almost immediately he wondered what he was doing up here. Didn't he live farther south? Brows furrowed as he followed the trail cautiously. Surprisingly, the man had only settled a short distance from where Sverre was planning on starting a fire. He paused some paces behind, noticing that he was alone as well, except for that little Tamarin on his back. "Hey."

"Speech!"