He frowned at that. Noctis might not mean anything to Carrick, but he did matter to Russell. He was just too exhausted to fight. "We will."
He closed his eyes. The werewolf was still desperately hungry. He had slept quite a lot, but it didn't make up for the energy that his body expended while shifting. If the snow kept up, he would have to brave the weather and hunt soon. "Is there anything to eat? Doesn't have to be meat. Just anything."