*As the man dragged the thigh of the Sheegoth back into the cave, he began to think, the desperation of his thoughts both clouding and being clouded by the increasing viciousness of the wind, now booming all around him. Even the wind wishes him dead now.*
This was a mere new adult, not an Alpha. It wouldn't have used the ice breath so easily if it were... completely underestimated the danger of this place though, but aren't Sheegoths only found in the ice caves up north of here? Why near this mountain?
[sfx]Skirt
*The man finishes dragging the meat into the cave, it leaving a hefty trail behind. The man worries not, as the wind doesn't discriminate between the trails of its allies and prey, the first good deed it has done thus far. The man swiftly removes his right glove, and casts a simple fire spell at the center of the cave before placing it back on and merely placing the meat into its center, far too heavy to do anything else with it...*
*The man then grabs a canteen, and places some snow from outside the cave into it before placing it too into the fire. He mind as well start, this will be a long while... the man ponders, what time is it? Day? Night? Is it a new day? Has only one day pass? Or has a week?*
Damn this snow...