sensitive topics you wouldn't like me if you met me / frostbite

[DOVAHKIINWING.]

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TW for: Injury, frostbite.
The blizzard was very unfortunate, for many reasons. While Dovahkiinwing was able to gain a piece of prey during a battle, he had been left... numb. Literally. He breathed in and out, trying to ignore the mix of pins and needles with shooting pain. His paw pads looked blue. And he didn't think that was because of part of his fur turning white. It shouldn't have hurt to even move. This was terrible. It sucked, and it was annoying Dovahkiinwing.

He tried to move his paws in circles, as if that would help. Eventually, though he would look stupid doing this, he laid on the side of camp, his paws around his nose and he tried to breathe on them to warm them up. He slightly snarled in annoyance and frustration over this. ​

 

[TWITCHBOLT]

He was cold. And maybe that wasn't anything special, because everyone was cold, and hungry, and... generally demoralised. But he'd a thick pelt, never really struggled in the snow before- not this much. No matter what he did, it felt like he'd never get warm. Die cold (and most people did, didn't they?). Oh, he hoped- for once, he was grateful for his ever-there shivering. Maybe, maybe- no one could tell. They would shrug and go, oh, that's Twitchbolt... though the thought of that, too, didn't bring him very much relief. So... so pathetic looking he didn't even look any different when he was sick...

A distraction flung from the blue. A good thing, distraction from self-doubting; Dovahkiinwing, lying on the ground. His heart jumped for a second; no, no- he was breathing, most definitely. Breathing into his paws, face covered. Didn't look right, really- Twitchbolt's jaw clamped down, an ache spike-shooting up the tendons. Still, he wobbled over.

"Are you-" Tilt of the head. His eyes were fine, he didn't look dead or anything, but- there was a twist of a growl on his fac. Worry flitted quick as a buzzing insect in Twitchbolt's pulse. "Hey, man- you- is that helping you breathe, or something?" Not hindering him, he'd hope.​

penned by pin ✧​

 

[DOEBLAZE]

Shortly behind Twitchbolt comes Doeblaze, her own shaggy lilac pelt crusted with frost. Hunting in this mess seemed to bring nothing but noses too cold to find prey and paws too numb to find it—and when you did, it was always a string of a thing. Just a scrap of frozen fur to gnaw on in search of a few shreds of good meat.

No use complaining, she thinks, shaking out her pelt and huffing out a steam-cloud of breath. Everyone was demoralized enough as it was; stewing in it would do nothing but make it worse.

" Yeah. You alright, Dovahkiinwing? " Her chilled muzzle managed to work over the strange syllables of the daylighter's name with no small effort. Scrunching up her eye against the snow, her gaze snags on the bloodless hue of what little she could see of his calloused pawpads. In a low voice, she intones to the deputy, " Do his pawpads look odd to you? "

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[edenberry ?!]

The skeletal grip of winter's frost is relentless...

Aster and charcoal join the crowd of familiar faces, half-lidded gaze sliding over Dovahkiinwing with simmering concern. They press lightly against Twitchbolt's side, a bid for comfort and a greeting in equal measure, tilting their head to better listen to the tumbling of his words. It didn't look like a breathing exercise- were they even needs for such things?

They supposed they could praise their good health for not knowing the answer or needing to. Perhaps it would be worth asking Fireflyglow about for the future... better to be prepared than not. But the skin of his pads is noted behind their shaking- blistering and frozen. It looked painful, swollen despite the frost.

"Why haven't you seen Fireflyglow?" Was it a matter of pride? Fear of being a burden on their supplies? Why not just go home to wail to his Twolegs about it? Their own had fussed over them plenty, surely the other daylight warrior could expect the same.

⟡₊ ⊹ i ll betray you like a man

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