The icy wind was blowing on his face and on his black Tech fleece jacket . The wolf symbolised his personality. He closed his eyes for a second, showing his cold side of his face even further, trying to shield his old skin from the chill. He knew he was going to start shivering soon, his body would try to keep his core temperature stable. He didn't know how much longer he had to go, the world around him was a blur. Everything was white. It would've been almost calming, if not for the fact he was slowly descending into the cold demon of hypothermia. He briefly thought about just embracing his old self surely it couldn't be too bad. As he pondered, he quickly realized the downward spiral in which his thoughts were going. He quickly tried to pull himself out of this wicked world.