ConverseGhost
Recovered
Sarah growled in frustration, panting. She was freezing and she knew he was too. She picked him up by the scruff, dragging him under a tree. The snow was so thick now that it was like their own little club they had, the ones her mother used to make with her. She placed him against the tree and laid beside him, their body's tangled together to keep warm. Her back was to the snow, it piling against her back and closing them off. "S-Sin, are you okay?" she stuttered, shaking. Most of her warmth was against her stomach, Sin taking most of it but she wouldn't say anything. She licked his fur of the bloody icicles, hoping to find the wounds.