Morgra leaned in. It wasn't like her at all. There something about Inferno that struck her. He inhaled the air that swirled around him, keeping his head high. His tall frame shadowed her. He was brawny and had sharp claws. Inferno closed his maw and stared. His poise leaned away slightly. Morgra was lost in thought. She leaned in closer, her nose barely inches away from his. His hoarse voice raked through the forest as he gave a gruff cough.

"Ha, a little close are we?" Morgra immediately pulled away and stared at the ground, she glared at the white snow, each carved from a million diamonds. She blushed again hoping Inferno didn't see her. Unfortunately, he did. A low chuckle escaped from his maw.

"Are you ok Morgra?" He shook his fur as the wind ruffled through it finely. When he dipped his head and looked at the soil, you could see there was a glinted trace of red in his eye. She blinked and then raised her head high.

"I'm fine. Just curious." Her auds twitched.

"Ah." He exhaled. Tracing his head back up to you. His mix-coloured eyes fixed on yours as he heard you speak. He gave a quick nod, and then slowly lowered himself to the ground. "Sorry, I am a small bit sick from the cold weather..." The estranged lycan who Inferno had been tracking had swiped his claw across Inferno's maw, leaving a deep gash in his maw before swiping again harder, at his side and leaving a jagged cut running from his haunch to his hackle. Ever since he'd been plagued by this illness, his eyes were getting deeper crimson each day, and he was getting more tired too, but he couldn't tell that to Morgra, because it'd cause to much trouble. He'd have to handle it on his own, for now. Morgra smiled. She noticed he had equal scars along his rump. And a slight mark across his maw, except Morgra's was below her eye. She didn't mention anything first, not to make any sudden movements. Morgra had been calm for a while, no visions lately. She sighed. She felt as if Morgra was finally stepping into the light. But her soul lingered in the darkened shadows. Morgra blinked.
"Wolfbane is doing his job." She laughed. Harsh winters used to be called Wolfbanes winter. He noticed that Morgra also had markings similar to his. He smiled to himself slightly, it was true. The weather was biting at his skin, forming small flakes of ice on the surface of his fur. He had no body heat left, so he stood shivering, looking into Morgra's eyes. They had a slight glint of warmth in them, overpowered by the unknown. He sighed and sat back on his haunches, his breath dancing off into the velvet sheet that bloomed above them.
He burrowed his maw against his chest, tucking his whiskers against it to create heat. He opened his maw slightly and whispered, with a chuckle in his voice.
"Yeah, definitely getting colder."

Morgra blinked and a shiver ran down her delicate spine. She smiled without regret and breathed in some more daggers of air. Only to stab her chest. But she had to breathe. Otherwise her carcass would form. Morgra felt a pang of guilt for Inferno. She stood up quietly and padded towards him. She took advantage of his coldness and lied down next to the cold varg. Her body rested against his making him warmer
"Were going to need to be extra careful then." He smiled at the female, but then sighed. This winter would be extremely hard...He felt the air biting at his skin. He was fire aura. He hated the cold weather. He felt....weird with it around. Like snakes seething around his forepaws and trying to drag him into their icy depth. He sighed once again and grinned at Morgra's was being so kind to him. She must be cold too, he thought, so he wrapped his tail around her to warm her. His breath blew out before him and danced off to the moon. He then spoke in a warm voice to Morgra. "I guess we will....I miss the warm summer-times...Ah, it was so .....So warm then..." He felt the cold stinging his eyes, forcing him to wince and shiver. "It's so cold, and our food dies. I hate winter sometimes...but other times It can be so....beautiful."