"Mother.." Ithaqua spoke in a hoarse tone, his hood and lashes all sprinkled with particles and small clumps of snow. The tip of his nose was now rosy, and his body temperature.. It felt cold. What was the reason, again? Why did he want to hunt?

It felt cold without mom.

Without....

"Urngh..?!??!" The Night watch flinched a little, immediately putting his mask back on to cover the reveal of his bare face as he held quite the firm grip on his axe. The lantern was dim, but it was enough to see through the blizzard.

It was strong, and cold. Snow was soon slapped onto his skin, paling him up as he held in his tears of grief and rage. It hurts, it hurts so badly. But it's so hard to keep it in.