[SE] who is by your side when the fire subsides

Iskra

BREATHE IT IN, IT'S JUST SNOW, WE'RE JUST FALLING
WE WON'T ALWAYS FREE FALL BACK TO NOTHING

The thing that crunched goes still as stone. It doesn't undo the reverberation of exposure that rattles across the fog, but the disguise remains secure, just a little askew across the fringes of detection. It remains like this for just long enough to be uncomfortable, each of them distantly aware of the other, the murk of frost all that keeps them separated. Then, at last, it comes.

A small, rubber duck rolls into Remi's vicinity with an uneven bounce. It has an image of driftwood in place of its usual yellow.

A snout soon slides in behind it, breath curling against black lips as the dog leans between his paws and peers expectantly at the toy. Goose glances up to Remi briefly, 'brows shifting with the motion, then back down to the duck. Then back to Remi. Then to the duck. A low, grumbling, tumbling whine rolls free as the husky licks at his nose and yawns.

Further back, Iskra sends a sharp whistle into the haze of the frostfields, lower lip pinching between his fingers to throw the shrill summons as far as he can manage. Goose responds with an impatient yip at Remi, head tilting further to one side and grinding into the snow with an obnoxious groan of rebuke. "G O O S E!" Iskra shouts, scanning the mist for a stupidly wagging tail and a pointed nose, an edge of panic creeping in, because this is not the first whistle or name he's cast out into the wasteland.

I'M JUST STARTING TO LEARN
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN CHASING GHOSTS