Thin sheets of frost were already cascading the window of the pack. If it was freezing before then it was penetrating as the icy air forced itself into my room.
Feet growing redder. Goose bumps forming. A familiar coldness tingling the back of my neck.
I left the warmness of my grey shawl, regretting it the first second.
Rose?
She ignored me as she crawled into my room on all fours, scouring and- sniffing?- The room.
She didn’t look any different from our first meeting; her hair still disheveled and dirt clinging to her.
“M-maximilian?”
My call for him came to no avail. In fact, it did the contrary.
Alerted by my presence, she pounced onto me as though I was her prey.
Refusing to go down, I threw her body off of me.
Shockingly, it wasn't as challenging as I initially thought.
