So the good news is, you're not dying, bad news is...

Orthrus walked through the cold snow and against the freezing winds that like cold daggers in the skin hit against his shaggy grey and dark coat. Pink eyes narrowed to avoid damage to come to them, thankfully his cloack worked well to keep most of the snow and cold wind away from her skin, yet he preffered to find a place where to hide simply.

Thankfully on the distance he spotted an structure of sorts, reminded him of the island where he lived as a pup. The dark male then approached, hoping to find shelter in there. Thankfully he had a few herbs with him when he spotted a lying form, a dead wolf? It had bad burns on their belly. "Hello?" His cold voice echoed through the empty place.

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