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His paws were cold. It was winter, a time when most animals went to hibernate. He was one of the few who didn't. It was aggravating, perplexing. So troublesome. There were days where he wished he could be another breed, be another species.

Today was one of those days.

It wasn't snowy, but it was windy and cold. No matter where he went there was snow. Even on the coast the sands offered little to no comfort. So he had come here. The Elysium fields. It was his hope that it wouldn’t be as windy here nor as cold. Alas, he had no such luck. This damn weather was going to kill him. At least there were no trees to dump snow on top of him like in the northern wood. He shivered at the memory.

His ears went alert at the sight of large mound covered in snow. Was that….?! Demetri slowly approached the wolf shaped lump, hoping that he wasn’t going to encounter a dead body. He wasn’t the type to eat a wolf even if he wasn’t the one to kill them. A dead wolf offered no use to him.

Should he check if they were dead? Demetri nosed one of the limbs lightly, testing the waters. They felt so cold. ”Hey…” he nudged them with his nose. Hopefully they were alive.

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Maybe the wolf really was dead.

Demetri wrinkled his nose as he took in the other's scent. How odd. He didn't smell any decay. Unfortunately, he was quite used to the smell of it. It came with roaming from place to place. Losing loved ones. Not coming to the aid of others in the right time. Feeling guilty enough to stay behind with a wolf that he had just met, who was on the brink of life irregardless.

One thing was for sure; Demetri had lived one hell of a life. And to think he was only a pup a year or two ago. Time sure flew on by.

Maybe the cold was able to slow the degradation of tissues within the body. The lower temperatures were known to freeze water. Blood would be similar to water, wouldn't it? Sure, maybe made out of different things--the two were completely different tastes and colors after all-- but maybe the same thing happened to it? If it was one thing that Demetri knew--there was a lot of blood within a body.

The crunchy movement of snow coming from above him had him pausing in his investigation; looking up towards the head. Were they....moving? The wolf tensed, watching the animal warily. There was no telling what they'd do in such dire conditions. Two eyes stared at him. Dumbly, he stared back, nose newly freckled with snow.

A voice coming from the other had him holding his breath. Waiting. Was he? Was he what? He stood there as still as can be, brows furrowing at the shaky breath. The other male was not in good shape. His maw was set in a thin line. Was he going to speak more? Or was he too exhausted?

Oh.

Demetri's tail fell and he took a step back, bowing his head. "I'm not, sorry." Did he look like the type to eat other wolves? He hoped not. It may be a wolf eat wolf world out there, but honestly, he just wasn't that type. Did he look like it? Ahhh, man. He was making a bad impression. Demetri cocked his head to the side as well as bowed it. He wasn't about to roll over for a stranger, but he didn't want to frighten the other.

"D-Do you need help out of the snow? I can dig you out." he stared at the pile of snow. God, there was just so much of it.