Sex: FemaleMorning, -33F/-36C, windy (wind chill is -45F/-42C), and cloudy. Open for one.
Holy. Shit.
If Namir had ever thought the snow and the cold were going to kill her before, she'd been wrong. It seemed like Relic Lore had been getting colder and colder still - she hadn't thought it could go on, not really, but it did. And then the wind picked up. It felt like the tears it ripped out of her eyes were freezing to her eyelids. It was so cold her eyes were steaming. In the course of a few days, she'd starting turning to skin and bone, when she'd been doing decently up until this point.
"Dios mio, this is the end," she huffed to herself, skittering into the caverns like a windswept tumbleweed. The loner was about to curl up and try to warm up in the echoing cave system when she spotted a dead coyote not far, in the same position - but it wasn't breathing. It didn't look like it. "Hey! Anyone in there?"
Maybe it would be willing to share warmth. If there was anything left at all.