Frosted Tundra — [P] Shifting Winds

This was why Caedwyn hated the cold. Situations like this didn't happen in summer. There wasn't cold wind and blizzards biting at ones face in June, or slippery cliffs of snowdrifts in July, or frozen rivers in August. Nope. All that annoying cold could just fuck right off. At least, that what Caedwyn would have been thinking if he'd been conscious. He'd knocked his head on a rock on the way down the hill and slid right out onto a thin patch in the ice - which gave way as soon as his weight pressed on it. The water was cold and dark, like deaths embrace wrapping all around him. He didn't even realize how much time had passed between him slipping and Reed pulling him out again with her magic. The cold air whipped against his wet coat like stinging knives. Instinctually, he began to cough and sputter rather violently, coughing up the water that had entered his airways. He rolled over onto his belly, his head pounding as he tried to get his bearings. His eyes glanced back to the hold in the ice as slowly the realization of what had happened came to him. His body began to tremble uncontrollably with the cold as he seeped through him, but he managed to swing his head around again and he found the outline of the female he'd been travelling with. His jaw shook, trembling with his shivers as he tried to talk - his voice stuttering from the cold. "D-D-Did y-you sssssave m-me?" he stammered. Even as he spoke, he tried to push up to get onto his paws. His feet slipped on the slick ice and water that coated the surface, making it a struggle to stand. He fell at first, but then tried again and somehow, he managed to stand finally. Even his breath felt cold and the little puff of steam at his nose was barely there. He knew the truth of the situation, though he dared not speak it. They needed to find shelter immediately. If they didn't, he would probably die to the cold. "Do you see the cave anymore?" he said, managing to form his words a little better - though he was still shivering loudly. "I think it was ... over... there?" He motioned toward the other side of the river, though he wasn't completely sure anymore. That fall had caused him to loose his direction and he wasn't even sure which direction they had come from. --- Speech.