blizzard

Cold, arctic winds blew in the faces of a three man caravan, as they continued north towards their home village. Each one of them was draped in thick, elf fur jackets with beads and leather straps creating designs on their backs and arms.
Breathing out a thick cloud of steam, the large, twelve foot male bringing up the back of the fleet rubbed his hands against his large, broad arms the cold was finally beginning to slice through his gear, which only made the reality that they had the total of three days before they had arrived home even darker.
"Blooody 'ell" the leader of the crew growled, as a supple hand traveled down to his slowly bleeding side "I can' take much mo' of this" the male stated as he slowed his pace, nearly falling over as his feet finally managed to halt themselves. "We can stop if you want" the center male them murmured gently as he slowly reached out in a vain attempt to touch his elders wound. Only for his thick gloved hand to be harshly swiped at by the wounded, lynx like male.  
"Come er" the large black fox stated picking the bony elder up and slinging him into a piggy back position his broad shoulders allowing this act of assistance to be done with ease.
"I'm takin' you to a cave... You're not gonna keep travelin' like this... Your forcing me to pity you" the somewhat rasped voice of the black male added as he slowly began moving forwards, his equally muscular battle brother picking up his own pace to keep up with the others long strides.