The wooden door of the Snow Refuge creaked in the wind and snow. Xiao Yu braced his curved blade against the latch, the edge scraping against ice crystals to produce a spray of fine sparks.
Shen Qing placed the little fox on a pelt rug and, by the flickering firelight, took in the scene. Against the east wall stood a pine bed layered with Snow Wolf fur; in the west corner sat seven or eight earthenware jars, unexpectedly sealed with honey and dried fruit. Clearly, these were the winter provisions Brother Liu had stored for his wife.
"Tend to your wounds first."
Chapter 118