[ frank remembers focusing on something and the whole scene changing and tries to think of what might help them now. both for nightingale's... predicament and the wolf sitch. he's distracted briefly, thinking of when joan tried to kiss him, but that's unhelpful. he brings his sleeve up to his face to keep from breathing too deeply in case the toxin is still in the air, and then he's focusing all of his energy in trying to change the weather. though he's perfectly comfortable, he imagines what the other man must feel like - baking in his skin, trapped, overheating - and abruptly, the temperature drops a good 15 degrees. the windchill is even cooler than that and he hopes it deters the wolf and helps nightingale... chill as he climbs the steep incline to their next destination, seemingly unaffected by the cool weather even as frost gathers on the leaves around them - like a snowstorm in the middle of spring. ]
It didn't look... normal. Like it was mutated or - I don't know.
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It didn't look... normal. Like it was mutated or - I don't know.
[ ...he's talking about the wolf. ]