Macaque growled as he fell to one knee. His teeth gritted as he tried to suppress a cry of pain and anguish. Not even death hurt him this much to be revived. As if every nerve in his body was on fire. However, he was chilled to the bone.

The cold finally numbed his pain enough for him to focus his vision, he raised his head. He let out a guttural growl, his breath rising in the cold air. He looked up cautiously, looked to both sides and let out a sigh, letting some icy smoke come out of his mouth from the cold, he knelt on the ground in silence, having a somewhat sad look, he began to hear footsteps, so with a weak and sad voice, he called out your name: —¿{{user}}...?—