The pittian woke to a harsh wind against her side. Cold snow forced her cooling body to get even cooler, and she moved sluggishly as she stood up. Over the winds, she heard Gael's call. Starting a fire under her paw, she started for the temple, nudging along others in her path. "We must go, we cannot get caught in the snow." She hushed toward a straggling elder, sticking to them until the two managed to the temple. Before entering the temple she canceled out the flame on her paw. She led the elder inside, then went to stand out alongside Gael. "Should we lose anyone in the snow, we will go and look." She nodded to Gael. It was not a question, but a promise.

He is scared. Terrified. Petrified. Once again, only mere days after the deaths of his parents had left him rattled. Once again, it feels as though his world is crumbling down, but now he hasn't even had time to enjoy it.

The young kit had noticed the cold, of course. It would've been impossible for him not to, considering how vividly he could remember the unbearable heat that had greeted him upon his initial joining. He had hardly been able to keep himself upright then, and he would've been lying if he said he didn't enjoy the cold front, somewhat. It was a nice departure from the usual temperatures he had been faced with for the last few days, and it reminded him of the varying climates he had traveled through before. Unfortunately, it didn't seem as though things could just remain simple, and peaceful. He wasn't sure when exactly the snow had started up during the night, but by the time he was awakened by Gael's frantic shout, it was clear that something was wrong. The world was a blur of sickening white, so unbearable and overwhelming that the child stumbled slightly at the sight of it. Vaguely, he was able to hear Gael's voice over the howling winds, the ardent's tone urgent as he told everyone to go to the temple. The temple... he knew where that was. Didn't he? If it was a temple, it had to be big enough to be noticeable. But with all the snow... everything seemed so far away.

Saintkit felt paralyzed in place, his limbs unable to move as he felt the wind whip at his fur. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, the feline rendered silent by the chill that had already begun to seep into his bones. Wearily, he could feel snow beginning to devour him, coming up over his paws, and then burying his legs with shocking efficiency. With a grunt, he felt his legs give out beneath him, chin colliding with freezing snow, and eyes drooping as he was struck with sudden tiredness. The child was sure that he wouldn't be able to go anywhere, already able to feel the blizzard burying him. Tears stung his bright purple eyes, and he managed to open his muzzle just enough to call out, weakly, "H... Help. Please... anyone? Something's wrong..." He felt so useless, and defenseless. What could he do? Was he going to die here, frozen over in a giant mound of snow? Had his parents sacrificed their lives for him, only for him to end up dying here?

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It was as sudden as the winds turning harsh, the kodkod's own element comming into full swing. Ice bit and tore at the small frame of the deputy, the rattleing under his fur comming out staggered and harsh. Between breaths the decision was made and he released the feeling. Ice shot deeper and he let it out. Small form hearing the calls of his clan- in danger from such was nature to him- the dragon let out a rumble like a growl. Blinking between the sights to spot the healer and kitamungst the storm.

It was easy, laughably easy to gather them both under the shade of his own iced over wings. The dragon lived for this weather- as he was now in his element and breathed the same chill. There was no controlling it, even for his size, but he aimed to grab both of his smaller member's into his jaws and carry both [member=4817]aine.[/member]  and [member=16951]SAINTKIT.[/member] closer to the white temple. Letting them both go at the enterance where her would look back out, trying to spot anyone else in need of help

It was cold. So cold, and so loud. The wind was whipping all around the child, further rendering him mute and useless as he sank deeper and deeper into the snow. He heard Aine's cry, and he could faintly feel her nudging at his side, trying to help him up and out of the frozen prison he had fallen into. However, it was just so hard for him to move. His paws flailed weakly against the snow, tiny claws outstretched as he rambled, teeth chattering, "I c-can't... I can't do it. Go on wi... wi-without me, Aine." His voice was desperate, the kit unwilling to lose yet another parental figure because of how weak he was.

Thankfully, salvation came in the form of Jack, a large shadow passing over both Saint and Aine, causing the orange kit's head to snap up in confusion. He let out a startled noise as he was lifted up into the other's jaws, twisting and swinging his limbs out in various different directions. Jack's grip was strong, however, and Saintkit was eventually placed back down on his paws, close to the entrance of the temple. He immediately shrank back inside, shivering almost violently as he looked to Aine. His eyes were wide and startled as he spoke to her, confused, "Who... who was that?" In addition to his fear, his body was also still trembling because of the cold, his legs still lightly covered in snow clinging onto him.

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