The crunch of snow beneath his pedes was all that could be heard to an untrained audial, but Prowl had heard the noise of the snow-laden forest. He was a glorified scout, sent ahead to determine the safety and resources for his faction in this harsh winter climate. There was a loud quality to the silence, the sleeping trees, and animals all factoring into his onboard computer with uses and likelihood of survival. But for once it wasn't his survivability in his surroundings that had him noisily push through the snow.
It was the song.
It carried low to the ground, like the dirge of a slowly passing processional. Prowl didn't recognize it as one of his own songs, but something made him desperately search in the snow, passing far beyond the range of safe territory into the fringes of 'civilization'.
That's where he found the body.
His optics and visor were offline and he looked as if he was crawling into the well. But that strange warbling tune still emitted from him, as if it wasn't coming from his lips but the song of the spark inside him.
Prowl looked around, there was no way this wasn't a bot who was no longer wanted by his kind. From his paint, it looked as if he belonged to the city. The geometric megaplexes were reflected in his paint. The likelihood of survival for him among his own kind was low.
His computer offered a solution, it was a high chance of survival if Prowl himself took him in. He had emergency provisions, in case he needed to treat himself. But now it seemed they would find a better use for another bot.
As long as everything followed the simulation, it would be okay. He could drop him off in a city on his way back to his tribe.
Prowl took off the long fur cape that surrounded his back and wrapped the mech in it, lifting him gently. The song cut off as his helm lolled inward and Prowl froze, but as far as he could tell, the mech's systems were still online.
Jazz onlined slowly but he felt warm. Warmth was unexpected and meant he was in trouble. Last time he was conscious of anything he was freezing cold lying on the ground waiting for someone to come find him. He hadn't gone far from his team after the attack. Whatever it was that attacked them was now a fuzzy memory, lost in the warmth of the room and the smell of fur.
He groaned and heard a soft, unfamiliar murmur beside him. Felt something on his lips. It was energon. At least, he hoped it was energon.
Dimly he realized he was tied down, maybe he thrashed while being healed or perhaps he wasn't in the hands of his team. Either one was something he couldn't think about as he downed the last of the energon and tried to focus on his captor.
It did him no good, the more he tried to rouse his failing systems the more he realized he was more hurt than he originally thought.