There was no way Askan was going out, not when the wind was so fierce it felt as though it could strip the flesh from his bones. Though he liked the privacy of his own den-especially when his mate was there too- he had very little desire to go anywhere. Tucked into a neat little ball in the corner of the communal den, that was where he intended to stay until the weather died down. Curling his tail around his side, he used it as a makeshift blanket to cover his legs and face as a grumbled passed his lips. What shitty timing, he'd only just started to shed his winter coat, yet seemingly out of spite-or in one last hurrah- the weather had taken a turn for the worse. Just because it could.

The wind howled and roared outside, smashing into the moss covered walls of the den and yet, Askan felt safe within it's gloomy confines. Whilst it had a low ceiling- so much so that the taller Edge wolves had to duck a little- it made up for that fault with it's roominess. Even if the packs numbers grew in the coming weeks or months, there would still be enough space for them all within the den. And some to spare, assuming that they didn't splay out like greedy bastards.

Thinking of the den in that way made Askan feel a little...worried, if he was being entirely honest. Where was everyone? Were they safe, tucked away in some corner of the territory, safe from the cold?  Or had something happened? The Edge Lord squinted in thought as he pulled his tail away, his toes automatically tensing as the cold began to nip at them. Should he check, howl to see if anyone responded? Reluctantly, the Selwyn pushed himself to his feet and kept his neck hunched so he didn't whack his head on the ceiling. He padded to the entryway of the den, his nose twitching as if he'd be able to smell anyone out in that shitstorm. Damn it, what was he supposed to do? Leadership was supposed to bring a sense of knowing, certainty, but in moments like this he always felt a little...lost, hesitant. His Father had made it all seem so easy, natural, but clearly it hadn't been otherwise he'd still be alive today. Determined not to follow in his Father's path, Askan inhaled deeply and stepped out into the white. He'd have a quick look, he'd be able to stand the cold for a little while, then he'd return. Hopefully not empty pawed.

Askan pushed on through the white, his eyes narrowed into a squint as the dots of snow pricked at his eyes. His tail was firmly curled between his legs, shoulders hunched and neck taut as he stumbled blindly along. To think that anyone would willingly be out here was baffling, so he couldn't help but think that they were trapped, cold and alone and in need of a little help. Askan was no hero, he wasn't the sort to swoop in and save the day but he wasn't a villain either. If a pack mate needed help finding somewhere warm he'd be their shepard, if they were at risk of losing toes or any other extremities he'd do his best to warm them up. It was the least he could do as their leader.

Keeping to the treeline, in an effort to shelter himself against the roaring wind, Askan took another step forward and stood on what felt like a soft rock, but furry. He didn't even have time to react as the thing beneath him began to stir, seemingly-and understandably- taking offence to being stepped on. Askan reeled back, squinting with his teeth bared, when he noticed that the lump was dark, with sharp blue eyes that'd make a lesser man wince.

"Cancer?"Askan had to yell for his voice to be heard over the gales. The cold made his throat burn, as though he'd swallowed liquid nitrogen. "Follow me, the den isn't far!"He leaned in and gave him a poke with his icy nose. If he didn't get up Askan would drag him back, there was no way in hell he was leaving the kid out in this.