My toes were growing painfully cold. I could feel the chill creeping up my legs, and the sting of ice sickness gnawed at the edges of my mind. It had been hours since they'd left me alone in this cabin, shackled and immobilised, and the cold seemed to sink into my very bones. Every breath I took was icy, every movement in the thin, dry air stinging my skin.
My toes were turning numb, the edges of them stiffening as if they no longer belonged to me. The fire crackled faintly on the other side of the room, but it wasn't enough to reach me, not with these old wooden walls and the persistent, biting cold that seeped through the cracks.
Weres had warmer bodies but I wondered if the silver chains kept my wolf's abilities weakened, including it's usually much higher body temperature. That didn't stop the Northern Weres from still getting ice sickness if the weather is that bad.
