Frigid air whipped and whirled around a thinned copper silhouette that trudged at a snail's pace through the never ending sea of white, lids clamped shut firmly against their will to keep out unwanted snowflakes from sneaking in and stinging the pair of citrus orbs that lay dormant beneath. Not a single sense of direction other than forward; and perhaps a bit of staggered this way and that due to the pummeling winds bombarding the man on either side it seemed, as paws blindly stepped further out in front only to sink who knew how deep into the snow that claimed this god forsaken wasteland.

Faintly his nose could pick up on the scent of others near by, but Eirian had no intentions of seeking out the locals. They needed no assistance from the murderous Asurn in wiping themselves out for they sealed their own fate the moment they decided to settle down in wherever the fuck he was. "H-how the f-fuck could anyone l-live out h-h-ere." The words were stuttered between breathes and heavy body shivers a hair above a whisper, the unforgiving winter winds stealing his voice before it could properly leave the confines of his mouth. How long had he been traveling through these flat lands? Truthfully it felt like weeks, but the copper man had lost track of the days long ago. Keeping track of when his last meal was was even beginning to become a struggle for himself. Not even the carcasses he came across offered much nourishment for the rogue. Whatever meat may have been frozen to the icy bones once upon a time already picked clean by whatever scavengers roamed about.

There was no time to stop for long, though, for surely Eirian Asurn would join the graveyard of winter claimed souls if he allowed his withering frame to stop even for a moment. He would be damned if he let a creature as pathetic as a coyote or other parasitic carrion eater get a taste of the glorious Asurn flesh that cloaked his body. He had to keep moving. There was still unfinished business to be attended to..

Eirian couldn't have traveled more than a few feet before crunching snow beneath paws that did not belong to himself soon rose to accompany the constant howl of the wind that whirled and tore at his fur like a ravenous monster, russet ears straining to lift from their pinned position against the back of his skull to better gauge just where this new sound was coming from and ensure himself that the noise was just mother nature playing tricks on him, but it was hard to tell just by hearing alone. Halting, his limbs sank a few inches into the unmarked trail he had been making for himself during his travel through the lowlands. Lids forcing themselves open to cast their citrus gaze out into the wintry void that surrounded him for signs of this unexpected, unwanted guest despite the constant sting and profuse watering the combination of snow and wind caused.

Instinctively a charcoal dusted banner rose defensively above his spine and muscles tensed beneath dull copper fur that now puffed out to make his thinned frame more intimidating once his gaze came to fall upon a distant, moving silhouette that stood out starkly against the white backdrop in an array of colors that closely resembled his own color pallet. Busted. A weak, low rumble;a pitiful excuse for a growl, formed in the depths of his chest as he watched the wolf come closer, ears pivoting forward to catch the question directed at himself. Of course he was fucking freezing, so no he wasn't okay! He was stuck in bumfucknowhere, in the middle of winter while running on what little fat reserves his body had left. There was no holding back the snort that came forth, the warmth of his breath expelled in a large puff cloud. 

"M't-totally f-fine." He retorted in a sarcastic tone, the shivering of his body doing little to help plead his case otherwise. Guard hairs bristled immediately the moment her flank touched his own, dark lips curling to reveal tarnished teeth in warning. The touch was unexpected, but not entirely un-welcomed in such drastic conditions as the ones they were currently faced with.  Had it been under any other the Asurn may have lashed out and shown this girl what his powerful jaws were made of, but the cards were not in his favor this time. Alas, once again the vial creature was forced to slip into his disgusting disguise of the 'good wolf' he had sworn he had retired since the fall of Broken Timber Pines and the day he ended an abominations life with his jaws. Whomever this stranger was, they held the scent of others upon their fur and where there was a pack there was food and possibly shelter from the unrelenting conditions winter had to offer.

I know, I know, he had mentioned earlier that he had no intentions of visiting the locals, but the art of survival made a desperate wolf take desperate measures. It wouldn't be a permanent ordeal. Just temporary, until he could gain some of his weight back. Swallowing the bile that slowly crept up his throat, he pressed his flank back against that of her own. Accepting the warmth her smaller body offered. "So w-what's your n-name?" He questioned, a clear tone of disinterest laced underneath. While she looked like she could pass for a pureblood, the Asurn had little doubt she wasn't anything more than another abomination the world needed to be rid of and those scents that lingered on her pelt most likely belonged to more unholy beast. Sadly, the same beast he may be needing to ask for help. The thought alone had him inwardly cringing.

The woman's frail outward appearance was not missed by the observant male as citrus irises gave her smaller frame another look over when her body pressed further against his own, the cold press of her nose to his shoulder in some form of comradery warranting a low rumble to form behind chattering teeth that was once more stolen by the winds that constantly tugged at their fur.  Although Eirian was accepting her help and the minuscule amount of heat she produced that did not mean by any measure he was open to the idea of friends, or any form of relationship that held no beneficial value to him to be frank. 

There was no stopping the eye roll that followed suit behind her words insisting he offer his name up first since; as she reminded, it was he whom had been the rude one during this encounter and what exactly was there to stop him from doing just as she said? A dark snicker fell from his lips and his citrus gaze locked onto the blue hued counterparts she owned, the corner of his lips slowly creeping back into an equally dark smirk before it was wiped clean from his face. A nonchalant shrug following the words he was about to say in an indifferent tone as if it was no big deal..

"Y-ya throat wouldn't be the f-first I've torn from another, but you're of use to me right now so c-count your blessings." The frigid induced stuttering gradually decreasing the more his body began to warm up from the body heat she produced. "N-names Eirian Asurn. Now do I get to know yours? I can't just go walking around these parts without knowing the name of someone who stopped to help me." The dramatic banter she had concocted turned against her now with the hint of a small smirk adorning his inky lips.

Another roll of Eirian's eyes was the copper male's response to her sarcastic tone, shivering limbs sluggishly following the agouti woman's guidance toward a meager piece of thicket which would hopefully shield them from the buffeting winds and allow the near frozen man to warm himself up more. "I j-just might unless you c-continue to be of use to me." He retorted once more, words spoken in half truth. So long as she continued to be of a beneficial gain her jugular was warded from having the points of his teeth sinking into the tender flesh. The moment that ceased was another story..

A shiver immediately ran its course along the length of his spine the moment her body peeled away to slink into the confines of the thicket, the warmth she had offered quickly siphoned away by the frigid conditions like a ravenous succubus. Not much coaxing was needed on the Asurn's behalf to dive in close behind her, his larger frame shifting about the enclosed space to find a comfortable position among the vegetation which oddly reminded the man of the time he had shared similar close quarters with that woman Morganna. 

Once settled, his citrus gaze wandered away from the dreary opening and over toward Cas's face, an ear twitching in response to her question. "You're a nosy one aren't ya?" He snorted, lowering his head to rest upon the tops of his outstretched forelimbs before continuing. "Obviously I know it's warmer in the forest, but I need to cross this wasteland first. I have unfinished business I need to attend to and this place is just a minor set back." Eirian informed, gaze shifting upward to meet her blue eyes. "What kind of idiot settles in the middle of nowhere, though?" Question ricocheted back upon the girl, vaguely referencing not only herself, but that pack she seemed to be living among if the scents upon her fur meant anything at all. 

Nosey, curious, was there really any difference between the two words to truly make either one a better option for the other? Regardless both of them lead to someone's nose being plunged where it didn't necessarily belong, but Eirian gave a shrug of indifference toward her choice of wording before citrus irises watched the petite woman lower her head into a submissive reflection of his own posture. The copper male couldn't contain the small lick of heat that suddenly flared at his core in response to her silent admittance of his superiority, his bred down desire for dominance over all things sated for the time being. Oh how he missed the weight of a crown upon his head and the power he controlled at times. 

A snort of sorts followed by a short lived laugh filled the small capacity they resigned in for the time being, a creamy brow arching upward the moment the word villain tumbled freely off her tongue. "W-who's to say I'm not a villain? You d-don't know me, nor what I've done, or w-what i'm capable of." He paused for a moment, brow arching a smidgen higher upon his face. "F-freedom, or a death sentence? I've been walking t-through this wasteland for a few days now and there has h-hardly been a single trace of food, nor life for miles until now. Even the c-carcasses are picked clean right now to the frostbitten bones. Tell me again that's not fitting of a wasteland." A small rumble of annoyance to this woman's insistent need to make the best of everything he said sounded within the inner depths of Eirian's chest, but why she had come to think this way was soon to be revealed.

So apparently she was ill and practically lying on her death bed. For a moment his head lifted in piqued curiosity, orange hued gaze focused intently upon her facial features while she continued to inform the Asurn about her condition, another small, short lived bout of laughter falling from his inky lips when she dared to call him a grumpy ass. Lowering his head back down upon his paws, creamy lids came to a close as the shivering of his body began to die down to a mere tremble. Chill induced stuttering all but gone as well. "Well my grumpy ass is more than c-capable of bringing your misery to a swifter end if you'd like." He taunted, a single lid lifting to peek at his company. It would be a mercy killing wouldn't it? Although a part of him did believe she was better off letting whatever illness was ailing her take its course. She was just another abomination after all and no such filth deserved to be put out of such misery prematurely. To aid the weak went against his moral code.