The sensation was sweet upon her ivory frame; icy sharpness like lacerations upon her coat that sent shivers down her large spine. How welcoming it was to have the snow again, for it to embrace her in the cold and give her a sense of peace only the harsh weather could provide. In the howling of the wind she could barely register the shiver of her bondmate, whom plastered himself against her thick thigh, teeth chattering distastefully as they continued their descent deeper into the Frostbreath Steppe. Frostfall was in full swing, and the white dame lapped every moment of it up eagerly, ignoring the ripples that coursed through her body, all instincts screaming at her to find warmth, because she could never deny herself the delicious temptation of sub zero temperatures. With each step her feathered limbs became stiffer, steps slowing to a frigid crawl as the wind whipped into her dark eyes. To most it would seem to be a death wish; pure agony before one finally dies. But for her; it was simply divine.
It took a few tries, but her companion managed to get a few good nips into her skin, digging deeply to the point of drawing blood, causing them both to finally cringe in pain. It was enough of a warning to let her know that the llama was slowly weakening, and unlike she he had trouble surviving in the colder environments. With a reluctant sigh she turned whiskery muzzle to his side, breathing hot air upon his pale ashy hide to attempt to bring warmth back into his veins, before finally carrying herself forward to where she knew shelter was nearby. The wind was so harsh against her ears that when she finally entered the caves, a faint ringing remained as the sounds began to die down with every step further into shelter. Her breaths were ragged, limbs stiff and freezing to the touch, and after much effort the fem finally brought herself to her knees. The cave floor felt warm compared to her coat, which was now laced with ice and frost that caked her flesh with a few good layers. Her heart felt like a mere flutter in her chest, as if her body was ready to shut down from the intense journey of cold. She was probably dying, suffering form hypothermia or something of the sort, but all December could feel was contentment.
With slow, sure movements, her tongue found the hide of her companion, licking him vigorously to encourage warmth back into him. She ignored the numbness that began to overtake her hind limbs, and the constant shaking that became the norm for her body about twenty minutes ago; and simply continued to work on providing comfort to her beloved Carl. The babe had mixed feelings about his bonded's predicament, sensing the joy and contentment she had from being back in the cold, but also recognizing that her strength was fading, and she had most likely stayed out in the cold for too long. Soon he was standing, shaking his wooly frame and breaking free from her slowing motions, and moving swiftly on tiny hooves towards the cave entrance. Through half-lidded eyes the mare watched one, blinking leisurely before finally losing consciousness, as the cold began to take over.
Talking.
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