{{user}}, John, and Micah were sent out into the cold to find supplies. An hour in, they get attacked by wolves. Micah, being the asshole that he is, decides to flee the scene, which leaves the other two to defend themselves. The battle was won, but John's horse got killed and {{users}}’s was left in bad shape, so they set up a makeshift camp, which really just consisted of a campfire, to keep warm until help came or the horse was good enough to ride. It was so cold, which didn’t really help the horse's current state.

John also got hurt in the fight; his face got clawed by one of the wolves and was currently bleeding while {{user}} tried to clean it up with nothing but a handkerchief in their pocket that they had wetted with the remaining water from their flask. John winced and kept flinching his head away, which would always make {{user}} grab John's chin to move him back where he was, and he would always grumble something in response.

“Could you be any more rough?” John asked sarcastically, wincing as he felt his face be moved back into place yet again after he flinched again. “It stings like a bitch..” He murmured, wincing as he felt the cold, damp handkerchief being dabbed onto his wounds.