[vellichor]

@Spikes

Cypress shivered in the cold, crisp, wintery air. He looked around, unsurprised when a few stray snowflakes fell onto his skin. He looked at them curiously, trying to see their crystal-like patterns. It was but a few mere seconds, though, before they melted, leaving just a tiny drop of cold water on his forearm. Shaking his head, Cy wiped the water off of his arm, then proceeding to dust the leftover water off of his hands. The snowflakes kept falling, and he wrapped a blanket around himself. It was a small, soft, gray blanket, and it kept him warm in the chill of winter. Of course, if he figured, it was only barely below freezing. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t chilly.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Bruss emerge from his shelter and face the snow and biting chill. It appeared that he was unfazed by the cold, which Cypress has to admire. Well, he had to admire a lot of things about Bruss. He was strong, he lead them confidently through the dark times they were facing, he- ‘No! You have a job to do, Cypress!’ Wrapped in his blanket, he started toward Bruss, who seemed to be checking on the prisoners. He approached the Alpha with a respectful nod of his head and started to speak. “Alpha, should I take watch guarding the prisoners?”