Scout didn’t know when she’d passed out, nor when she’d woken up.
It was all a blur, to the point that her first thought upon waking up with a feeble jolt was… where’s my bed?
Instead of the soft fabric she’d been expecting, beneath her face was just cold. Bright, frigid cold, its teeth piercing through her fur with ease. Cold to her very core.
The nyulop attempted to sit up, blearily trying to blink snow, grit and… something else from her eyes....
