the air was holding a chill to it, the ice crunching under the large white mechs feet, cold chilled him down to his spark as he walked, wrapping his arms around himself as snow whipped his face.

Skyfire gazed around, his optics hollow from fear and confusion, why didn't Starscream return for him? Had he done something wrong? Did he not care? Those were all possibilities to him, but now he knew he needed to keep going and find shelter. He coughed and shivered, letting out a soft whine.

He wanted warmth, he wanted Starscream with him.