Keeping Cool

She was from the lands of summer, where a thick coat was never required and one never had to worry about freezing to death. Here, in these northern reaches, the young matriarch felt most uneasy. Virgil wouldn't surrender herself to misery, but she was understandably uncomfortable, shivers present on her fur as she sought to keep her blood circulating.

Amenti was home for now, however, and that meant living in the North during the icy winter. The soft-brown she-wolf care little for the lands themselves, although she did not mind the pack. While her hind leg and infection healed she would need to stay there, but she hoped to be able to challenge for a pack come spring, one in the warmer reaches of Alacritia. It was her duty as matriarch, after all.

Fiery gaze fell upon a man resting in a frigid lake, frown contorting upon her features. Virgil was not the sort to take foolish risks for others, and so she was not tempted to jump into the water and retrieve the man right now, but she was concerned. Was he suicidal or something? "The fuck kinda idiot are you?" she called out, the concern in her voice evident, but perhaps hidden behind the irritation. "Didn't your mother ever tell you about hypothermia?" she told him.

Virgil debated going in after him, to drag him out, but decided better. Risking an icy death for a stranger who was too reckless to care did not bode well; no, the woman would wait, tail wavering as she observed him, gaze set upon him as she waited for some form of response. Would he stay in the lake? It seemed a foolish endeavor to her, but it was his life, he could waste it as he pleased.