Sc-sc-scene shawty, XD

Curled tightly around herself, trying to shut the cold out. No more. No more cold in her bones. Too much of it. Raw and biting, rattling her bones. Rattling all of her. Can't rattle. Needs to stop rattling. Trying to regain control of herself so she can sleep, but the shivering is making things difficult. Sleep. Sleep is the only thing that will stop the spinning in her head, but sleep evades Iscariot. Too far. Too far out of reach. Fuck.

Footsteps. Iscariot picks them up over the other night-sounds. Hyperaware. Too many things out here could eat her, though most of them couldn't fit in the foxhole with her. It's why she'd picked it. A gait, a rhythm she knows. Hypervigilance pays off. Head coming up, gaze adjusting against the pale, blustery evening.

She'd recognize Kaino anywhere, though she doesn't unfold from the foxhole either. Head picking up, squinting as she peers against the harsh, pale landscape. Ears folding back for a moment, a rush of emotions. "Exactly as long as it was supposed to. 's not even winter yet." Iscariot's head comes up, gaze focusing on Kaino. Glimmering just a little, though only her snout emerges from the foxhole.