Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150828011841/@comment-5583506-20150828231702

Evelyne wrapped her arms around herself to keep warm. She looked down at the wolf, wandering by her side.

"Y-you okay, furball?" she shuddered.

Artik barked in response.

"I am glad at least one of us won't be suffering from hypothermia", she shrugged.

She coughed again. Drops of blood landed in her palm when she covered her mouth and she quickly rubbed them off against her fur leggings.

Apparently there are some things even our "immortality" can't heal...