[PQ] [Seasonal Event] early morning predators

The pelts over his body seemed to help, though being all but locked-inside was perhaps one of the strangest and most frustration sensations he'd ever experienced. He could blink and swallow, and, if he really tried, could twitch his lips slightly. But his body seemed entirely disconnected from his thoughts in a way that he wasn't sure he'd be able to stand for long. Trying to relax as he listened to Vai dealing with Rory and the attuned who seemed not to want to shift or reply to him, Remi let his eyes scan the snow-laden leaves above. The moment made him wonder if this was what death was like, to be utterly without bodily recourse and to simply be left while others were tended to. Blinking slowly and knowing that the frown he felt was not apparent on his face, the alchemist set to trying to wiggle his fingers or toes. REMI How do you steal what you really want When what you really want is free?