"We're almost there!" Noah yelled and I raised my head, white plume escaping my lips as I parted my them and exhaled softly.
It was cold. But the cold wasn't bearable. I wasn't shaking and I doubt I had my coat to fully thank for that. My blood was hot, passing through my veins and heating up my organs like an internal furnace. I wonder if this is the miracle of being a beastman.
But that alone wasn't enough to keep out the cold, of course. The coat still played a part, keeping out the biting wind.
Still, I would very much like to get into a warm cave before the snow starts falling any heavier.
Because it was already falling heavily even now.
What had started as a gentle dusting had turned into a thick, swirling curtain of white.
My hat was filled with snow, and the others had snow covering their shoulders and hair, their nose were red.
If they were humans, they'd be sneezing nonstop and suffering from frostbite but it seemed like this little had nothing on them.
